for the love of the Queen

pure glory and powder
the sheer essence of regality imbued
into curvacious burgundy and emerald
the voice of a goddess
the words of furious passion
the eye of horus
we are at length unworthy
but at width enlightened
she speaks with charm
and boiling adulation
it makes us giddy
unsettling it seems
as all souls are hardened to blows
but her wounds glimmer
without marring her perfection
our queen,
the illustrious
Emerald Queen