To her; whose reign ought to come. The monarch. May her kingdom come. She sits upon her omnipotent throne; In all her glory, she gazes upon her subjects; Her mind; the crisp product of a lifetime of learning and experiences; She gazes down with the all knowing smile; She sees through; She sees right through; All your insecurities and lies; Let your guard down and you'd face her wrath in a split second...
The monarch. May her kingdom come. She who holds the sword of justice; The only one of her kind who has befriended her worst demons; She calls them out from the deepest nooks of the kingdom; She feeds them out of her own hand; She has learned their ways and they hers; A thorough ruler through and through; Let your guard down and face the vengeance from an army of darkness...
The monarch. May her kingdom come. She fiercely dons the garments of wisdom; Every thread woven from every scar she has ever bore; Stained with the blood and the conscience of everyone who has ever wronged her; She wears her pain with honour and it cloaks her nakedness with grace; Watch her lurk in all her true potential; Let your guard down and watch her slice down on you and devour your lifeblood...
The monarch. May her kingdom come. The all-righteous. The all-powerful. She who embodies everything sacred and divine. The mother of everything light and dark.