Rise of the first queen
Only to dethrone the first king
That made her who she is
Wings of the fallen
A face so unholy
The horns of a ram
And charm unopposed
From bearer to eater to legend
Putrid soul of the devourer
Took him to the brink
Mutated horror of his miscreation
Encharmed the breed he reigned
Fangs upon the race she made
Claws engulfing all the stained
On her own blood she prayed
The fake love of the gatherer
The twisted mind of her illness
Thrived in the chaos and stillness of hearts
That felt her luring gaze
A solemn decree of incest
To sate the hunger
With those she bore
Rise of the first queen
Only to dethrone the first king
A manifestation of his misfortune
Was mankind's blooming fortune
Wings of the fallen
A face so unholy
The horns of a ram
And charm unopposed
From bearer to eater to legend
Of unspoken time in ages
Hooked on the idea of a special breed
Of a higher purpose in mind
And a breed of complex descent
The subtle voice of mother
Gave her offsprings little choice
Degenerating spirit down the line is
Giving lesser merit
Now a myth and a word out of practice
And a silent whisper in our minds
Relevance of the forgotten
Lies in arrogance of the relevant
Power in question
In the process of our making
She lost track of dying king
Whose seed took root in history
The one she missed
Is growing up to be
Her last kiss, goodbye
Washed away with the poison of her tragedy
Disfigured shadow of a being played by fate