The Beautiful Evil

Going down to the town
a wondrous sight to see -
How could she be left behind
on a Sunday shopping spree?

The leftovers of queen’s wishes
falling in the sea…
Sleepless nights of penury
is haunting in her dreams.

She’s only got to

Sleep the night
like a shining armored bride.
Sleep the night till he tip-toes home
and sings you a lullaby.

The pretty eyes, beware they lie,
before you realize –
the smile is evil and people die,
her blood’s as cold as ice.

With her lucid screams and coffee beans,
on thrones she sits and reigns.
Playing on her aces she’s,
dancing on extremes.

But she’s only got to

Sleep the night
like a shining armored bride.
Sleep the night till he tip-toes home
and sings you a …

Song in the ocean of devotion
that she pries.
On her lips are trembling,
the words she couldn't cry.

Bickering on the manner in,
the birds fall off the flight.
She falls steadfast on her chin,
of his stun gun lullaby.