Queen

In the corridor

I died. 

No way around it.

I had prayed aloud for it.

I knew no light would find me here,

And all of hell’s demons

Refuse to come near

For I scare them.

With a nasty heart 

Blackened by coal,

By the ungodly spectres

That will haunt my funeral.

They step aside as I walk

As if I were a queen.

The queen of the underworld.

Hate is my king.

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