Daughter of Evil Lyrics by Ketsuban.

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The Darklands was under brand new management.

There was once upon a time in another place.

The castle was huge, and it only housed a few people, and servants.

An evil kingdom who no person dared to face.

Two people were in the throne room.

One sitting in the throne, and one standing next to the princess.

And the ruler was a girl so mean.

And her name, was Gwendolyn.

Or Wendy, as she goes by.

A tiny little princess of only age fourteen!

The young girl smiled, as she spun around.

She wore a dress, and it went under her shell.

So much furniture littered her abode.

She stepped past the other pink-shelled koopa, who straightened his glasses.

Her loyal servant who's likeness surely showed.

She pet a chain-chomp, smiling.

Josephine was what her horse was named.

Her shell glittered in the light.

All the riches of the world is what she had claimed.

A koopa held her hands to her chest.

"Please, your highness, we are all starving. We can't pay all these tariffs."

If you're short on money that's no fearful thing.

The royal handed a glass back to the other pink shelled koopa.

Just take it from those who you dangle on a string.

She stood up, and crossed her arms.

Maybe, they weren't trying hard enough.

To those who feel that they want to bring me down.

She took the glass back, and walked down to the peasant.

You'll just tidy up my gown..

She smashed it on the ground, grinning.

The answer was obviously no.

Now, bow to me!

She sat in the garden, with her servant.

Evil flowers, steadily bloom.

She picked at her nails, thinking back to the peasant she had taken away.

With an array of colourful doom.

The servant gently made her stop, and she smiled at him, thanking him.

She couldn't ruin such lovely nails.

But the weeds who feel that they want to stay.

She let the peasant leave her mind, gladly.

They'll just die and and feed me the same anyway.

Wendy looked down at a mustached man.

The princess held a love for a man.

She smiled, giving him a light wave.

Of blue who wasn't very much her fan.

The man payed her no mind, and walked to a petite man, smiling.

But instead he chose his neighbor's girl.

The man was shorter than him, and had deep green skin.

He wore a tunic, and had a sword seated next to him.

A ribbon was tied around his waist.

They walked away, smiling.

Of green whose eyes shone like a pearl.

Wendy's eye twitched, and she closed her hand around the window pane, leaving claw marks.

The princess knew this and was filled with rage.

Her loyal servant approached her, at his call.

"Roy!"

She called the minister locked in her cage.

She rested her hand on his shoulder, and leaned forwards.

And she said in a soft voice to not be heard.

She quietly whispered to him, her plan.

"Make sure the green country is badly stirred."

Fire raged in BeanBean Kingdom.

The army and Prince ran out.

The beanish drew his sword, at the koopa army.

Houses of the people were burned to the ground.

In the heat of the battle, the prince was grabbed by the ribbon, and pulled to face Wendy's servant.

So many voices would no longer make a sound.

Claws pierced his heart, making him choke, and fall to the ground.

The people who had suffered so much pain.

The princess laid back in her bed, thinking about the consequences of her actions.

Roy sat alone, head in his knees.

Didn't get pity from the one who'd slain..

They both looked up at the chime of the clock.

"Oh, it's tea time."

Wendy sat in the garden, looking at the thorns.

Evil flowers, steadily bloomed.

Roy started wearing gloves, to her notice.

She couldn't care less why.

With an array of bloodied doom.

She started picking at her nails, and he hesitated to stop her, unlike last time.

Even though the flower is so very refined.

She smiled, and went back to her snack.

The thorns had driven it's garden to decline.

Fire bloomed in the Darklands.

To defeat the princess was no easy task.

Two brothers stood, defiant with the townspeople.

But the people could no longer wear their mask.

They marched ahead, and the second brother, the one in green, had a ribbon tied on his hat.

Like a flock of birds they were led by

The one in red looked angrier than the one who lost his love.

He was mad for him.

A red lady mercenary into the nigh.

The princess picked at her nails, nervously.

All the anger that had built up over the years.

She had sent out her army, to try and calm and take down the people.

Now consumed them without any fears.

She was put in shock, when the army fell.

And her army was battered from the green war.

The people marched forwards, shouting.

Their attacks were not much of a chore.

The one in green kicked down the door, with his brother.

Once they fell the countrymen surrounded the court.

The queen watched as her servants ran away.

The servants ran away as time was short.

She turned her back to the people, thinking of nothing else.

Little woman princess would never pose a fight.

She kept her head up, as swords and hammers were pointed at her.

And she was finally captured in the night.

She shouted at the man in green.

"You're such a disrespectful man!"

Her wrists were tied, and her claws were bound.

Evil flowers, steadily bloomed.

She closed her eyes, as she was led to her last sleep of her life.

With an array of finest doom.

A few tears fell from her dark blue eyes.

How the paradise that she made for herself.

She was struck, when she moved her ropes up to wipe them away.

She kept walking.

Put this broken doll right back on the wooden shelf.

She thought of no way to escape, as she accepted her fate.

There was once upon a time in another place.

She laid on her plain shell, dressed in white.

An evil kingdom who no person dared to face.

She didn't know what came next.

And the ruler was a girl so mean.

She just waited.

A tiny little princess of only age fourteen.

She stared at the clock, from the window.

She was to be punished at three o' clock.

She shook, as she thought of the feeling.

When the church bells resounded a tock.

She sighed.

The person who was once royalty.

She tapped her foot, ready.

Was bored in jail with no loyalty.

She was lead towards a guillotine, her bow taken away.

At the time that eventually came.

She leaned down, and got on her knees.

The church bells to her sounded rather lame.

She closed her eyes.

Without looking to faces of the crowd.

She braced herself, and choked one thing out.

Said she with eyes in a shroud.

She shouted.

"Oh, it's tea time."

The rope was cut.

Evil flowers, steadily bloom.

The man in green knew he wouldn't get his love back, but these people were now free.

With an array of colourful doom.

People told stories of the queen.

Now the people speak of her without a second thought.

The tapersity were burned with the same fire they used to fight.

That daughter of evil had received what she sought.