The Queen of All Drama

No more 'no more drama'

"The Queen of All Drama"

 

The Queen of All Drama

Glides through the night

In a dress made from

Shattering glass -

Her baroness' laughter and

Scepter of spent tears

Filling her vast domain with

Vortices of probability,

The beginnings of her troubles

Which seep under the skin,

Working the subtle orchestrations

Of her queenly craft.

When your life turns to bliss

She will appear at your door,

Bestowing her royal gifts

Of heartache and misery -

Just as a subtle reminder

The she is the queen here,

That you are her subject,

That the drama is ruler of all -

As we go touring her queendom

I walk arm-in-arm with

The Queen of All Drama,

We promenade through the night

Looking for prey.

 

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