This is read in one long breath, no pauses unless you're starting to turn blue.
Queen of what was once a short lived kingdom, now a kingdom once again, queen
of flowers, riding out with grace and beauty, priding newly risen powers, all
inherent, 'ere the heir aparent's parent rides out to parlay with the whore
of Babylon, and long the talk ran on, the local sunset setting westward as the war
continued on, the seven headed beast of nightmares feasts on what he longs to call
his own as all the world becomes her own, her only hope and dream is dashed--
her daughter, riding tall, in reinmant black and red, like all is well, all is fell
when even queens are forced to filicide, and now she must decide to take the fall
or lose it all.