Mai

Mai

Platinum locks reflecting the rays of the mighty Sun, An army of unfortunates kneels down just to admire. There she stands after all the burning has been done, A new-born Mother of three winged-sons fresh out of the pyre.

The Royal Chant

The Royal Chant

Brick by brick, Pane by pane, Built a castle, In my name.   Drops in Mud, Cut in halves, Filled the river, With their Blood.   Men who reason, Put to advise. Men for treason, Head on spike.   Reign and roam, On the Throne. Ripped their home, The usurper's crone.   One strike, fail. [...]