Shouldn't you be on a throne, Queen?
Bejeweled in Rubies
Glazed in Sapphires
Clad in Diamonds
And your scepter
A reflection of it's own light
Off of your precious stones
Skin jagged
Android Squire knelt before her toes
Metal scrap
Pig iron
With a mind
Mutual conception
She is made for him
By him
To rule him
It's your truth
Keep it
