he used to be the prince, you know. he used to climb up into your bedroom window at night and tell you things that left your head rolling and blood boiling because the terror he would inflict, you would inflict would be worthy of the tremors coursing through your soul. he would make you rule, so that the diamonds on your crown would drip with injustice and cruelty and scarlet tears but you would keep your head high through their stares because it was your world and you were their queen and you didn't care.
when you walked down that aisle you wore black to show him that he could paint the world the same color as you with you holding his canvas and watching him turn it all, them all the color of you, because the diamonds on your crown would drip with injustice and cruelty and scarlet tears but you would keep your head high through their stares because it was your world and you were their queen and you didn't care.
when the monster took over you were the one who covered the crimson with promises never to be made. you were the one who told him that he was his own person, told him that it was supposed to be his world, not one belonging to a maniac who didn't believe that the diamonds on your crown would drip with injustice and cruelty and scarlet tears but you would keep your head high through their stares because it was your world and you were their queen and you didn't care.
when it all became lost because of a little boy with innocent dirty eyes the color of death you rocked two babies in your arms until they both fell asleep. you weren't disappointed, because you never cared for the man whose name none would speak. you were hopeful, hopeful that one day the diamonds on your crown would drip with injustice and cruelty and scarlet tears but you would keep your head high through their stares because it was your world and you were their queen and you didn't care.
when suddenly your little boy was all grown up your older boy decided to reinvent the fire which burnt out the masses and the world—the world was almost yours, and you could almost taste the day the diamonds on your crown would drip with injustice and cruelty and scarlet tears but you would keep your head high through their stares because it was your world and you were their queen and you didn't care.
when he came back everything was just a blur, and you couldn't really see where your black and their good started and ended. you were a black though, were to the end, and so you chose the side that would win and did win and you looked up into his eyes and you thought that they think they won because of love but she has that too so it was really pure luck for them. when you see his silver you think of your black and you know that someday the diamonds on your crown would drip with injustice and cruelty and scarlet tears but you would keep your head high through their stares because it was your world and you were their queen and you didn't care.
dedicated to Shifter Moon for being an epic human.
-Dee