She's dressed in black

Not in mourning even though the candles burn

The scent of mankind permeates the air

With their lowered eyes

On their knees

They wait for Her command

As She looks over their willingness

They offer themselves freely

To serve their Queen

She holds their pride in one hand

The whip in the other

She smiles at their demise

Her eyes catching the light

For they will never earn Her heart

Only a true warrior will

Take Her Away

Free-spirited and untamable

He will need to be clever

To have this Queen

Until then She will have Her way

Some will crumble, some will fall

She will pick up their broken pieces

And mold them back to Her liking

Wiser for their pain

All for Her gain

Every step having a purpose

Every breath belonging to Her

Until the day

She sets them free

The day he will

Take Her Away