She sits upon her throne
A shrine of bitter tears
Her crown filled with jewels
of all the wasted years
Her foot falls softly
where angels fear to tread
She looks into her lover's eyes
and yells off with his head.
Her skin black and blue
Her heart made of ice
Love costed her dearly
and she surely paid her price.
No remmenant of laughter
Only malice and pain
with no choices offered
she'll never be the same
There deep inside
her soul falls apart
Where once stood a girl
is now the queen of black hearts
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