The Queen

From my throne I look at you
Feeling sorry for you
The jester
The fool
I tried to help things
You took me as being cruel
I took care of your precious jewel
You treat me like a Janus-faced dragon
Someone, something you must destroy
You slash, you cut, with your graffiti sword
Hoping to kill or cut close enough to send me crawling back to my castle
The strong alliance that could have been
One that could slay the true evil beast
With scary fangs that flash you blind right before they feast
You have no idea until you're bleeding out
They prey on you, me and everyone that comes into their small path
The truth will come out
I'm not the deity
I am just and true
Some might say, even you,
I bleed blue