What are you looking for my dear queen?

Why are your eyes fogged like the mist in the forest you so seek?

Your smile was once beautiful.

But now stripped of your false beauty everybody sees.

You are no queen.



Once beautiful once a queen.

Now your nothing but peasant scum like me.

How does it feel my queen?

Stripped of all beauty and unseen.



Once heard above all else.

Now with your tongue cut out I don't have to listen to you and your false words of love.



Look in the mirror my queen.

What do you see?

Peasant scum like me?

Stripped of all beauty and unseen.



I smile wickedly at your mistake.

You didn't give them what they wanted.

So they broke you like dry clay.

You'll never find the forest you seek.



Because it's me you see.



Look in the mirror my queen.

Now what do you see?

Nothing because you have no face.

Oh, how I laugh at your disgrace. . .