Dear Citizen.

long live the Queen of Lies,

in the depth of despair she live, desperately;

hardly find could she react,

a spy on lies she only lack

"lots of love, my dear citizen",

began to spell the hole of hell;

one, two, three and four,

no one could not fly to bore

she gasp and gasp in the air,

her box of lies is in flame of death;

her son too despise as a heir,

crushing her thin heart, no one would bear

for now she is gone,

who sits on the vehement throne;

small, little world and a palace of ice,

drove citizen around, not play to be nice.

p/s: not my picture.

as he dine with her family.

curiosity, concern, chill,

as he dine with her family;

confident, compose, content,

never in his minutes of his life surprisingly.

halt ,hesitation, harbor suspicion,

as he dine with her family;

he could not make any conclusion

only he knew it was just a fantasy.

realization of a friend.

she engrossed every limelight;

and one appeared to be lunatic;

but poor a little girl,

could not find her way

back from where she belong.

she lit up a candle,

and was forced to shut her eyes.

she practiced demon cults;

that shivered her way to the end.

such were the exploits of the three mighty men,

she claimed to herself;

and to those who doubted her,

would never breathe air again

but to breathe the wicked soil of vanity.

as she struggled herself

she will bear her mighty wrath;

when she found herself in a box,

speechless― only she could easily accomplished.

but as for them,

they pillaged, plundered and stripped.

must she thought her way,

wouldn't change the fact

she is now a filth on mental wise

when the clock stop ticking,

that she is now gone.

p/s: that picture above there, i do not own it. it's from the website Deviant-art :)