Queen of Terror

To the boys out there who have met someone like this

The Queen of Terror

Behold the Queen of Terror, all of man would not dare to stare

A single glare would summon a fight, the hearts of men won't bare

A path paved in the blood of men/boys alike who attempted to seek her love

You have met some of them, bits and pieces of their limbs hanged above

The Queen of Terror, a throne forged in the horrors of whom chased

Ripped their hearts out, toyed with them if he glanced upon her face

Most have died, some walked away limping and peg legged on their return to its homestead

Silenced, doomed in the core. The wind utters malicious dread

The Queen of Terror, sits in her throne idle and proud, sipping the blood of the innocent

"Everyday is a glorious day!" she bragged. Her throne of evil began to surround familiar scent.

Boys who turned men, back from the dead of which she sent

Standing tall, thickened bare skin, a knee no longer bent

The Queen of Terror, impressed by the sight of her creation.

Until her throne of skulls, began to get sucked into damnation

The Queen of Terror, riddled with confusion

"Is it not me you seek?" broken by the illusion

"Certainly not, your throne is in the way" The men claimed as they seek to pave their way

Her throne of destroyed hearts shatters, The men begin the march, they do not wish to stay

The Terror, a queen no more. 

Helpless and lost, like her victims left sore

As the men walk past The Terror, they go their separate ways

Some walked to greatness, others seek simplicity

Many never gave up on finding their Queen of fairness. a handful remained alone to keep their utility

The Terror, stayed still. Awaiting more victims to carve her throne yet again

Turning away from the men who did the same after all that was said

Beware the Queen of Terror, plagued through out the earth

Its false beauty echoes the universe since its birth

Turn away and refuse to play her petty games

Remain vigilant in time where you should be tamed

Save yourself the sorrow or deal with her wrath valiantly

Both solutions turn you wiser or stronger in gallantry

'The Queen of Terror, she now stares at thee

It is now your turn to heed