Her Kingdom Falls.

brittle are her bones
hidden under a flawless perfect skin
a privilege to touc,h but no one seems worthy of Her

empty is her soul
confined within walls of Sorrow for Sin
a kingdom so strict yet no knights, no Excalibur


by moonlight she rewinds time to regain the
pride and glory
by dawn she's drained, lost her mind, every thought's gone numb
Nocturnal delights be bloody fight to revive her story
her veil conceals the empty shell she had become
                                                             

thick mists surround the castle, her true bane
the land breaths a dark code of honor Never to yield   
her Iron Skull a shield,  to keep her sane
these are her foes, the Kings of Madness for whom she'll kneel



when Primal Instinct destroys
     the Lust for Life
do we live at all or do we take a
dive
into a black sea of tears and regrets
unable to relinquish our fixed mindsets?