Elizabeth.
The queen her majesty, walks in a quiet night. She silences the moon with her authority. Oh, Queen, you have done everything you have needed to do. You drew mountains into castles and tamed great beasts into a carnival. When everything is under your governance, will you finally cease? Will you cease your striving?
The night is for garbage. For a moment, the trees whisper and the houses creak, frozen as the sun sets. Below the horizon the orange light sets and the howls and screams of unchained wilderness come into existence. Everything is wild, but the dark remains quiet. Your ears become attuned to silence, but your heart beats aberrant to the thickness of life around you. Sidewalks encased, cut off and weaving through a fresh path lit by dim orange street lights. You see the black in front of you, and everything behind you. You can see past the crooked dreamings of an adolescent and the hopes of crippled old men to walk the path before you. Fate is what you seek, faith is what you've abandoned. In this dark, you've lost your way, the path you've been following folds into itself and the orange glow collapses along with it. Nothing is as real as you imagined. Cornered, you regress into a child like defense and wait for dawn to save you.
The queen her majesty, walks in a quiet night. She silences the moon with her authority. Oh, Queen, you have done everything you have needed to do. You drew mountains into castles and tamed great beasts into a carnival. When everything is under your governance, will you finally cease? Will you cease your striving?
The night is for garbage. For a moment, the trees whisper and the houses creak, frozen as the sun sets. Below the horizon the orange light sets and the howls and screams of unchained wilderness come into existence. Everything is wild, but the dark remains quiet. Your ears become attuned to silence, but your heart beats aberrant to the thickness of life around you. Sidewalks encased, cut off and weaving through a fresh path lit by dim orange street lights. You see the black in front of you, and everything behind you. You can see past the crooked dreamings of an adolescent and the hopes of crippled old men to walk the path before you. Fate is what you seek, faith is what you've abandoned. In this dark, you've lost your way, the path you've been following folds into itself and the orange glow collapses along with it. Nothing is as real as you imagined. Cornered, you regress into a child like defense and wait for dawn to save you.
