princess of the massacre

[ghoul]

The princess was now happy
for she could rule the land.
A smile grazed her lips
as she stood on bloody sand.
There was no-one in the kingdom.
The fact made her quite glad.
No-one left to stop her
and no-one to make her sad.
To belittle her her ambition
though she tried her hardest.
She reaped rewards and power;
corpses as the autumn harvest.
She slept with one eye open
looking, listening for sound. 
And as she was alone, 
she never wore a frown.
There was never a funeral;
She was never dressed in black.
The death parade was happy,
it was quite joyous, in fact.
The princess ruled in solitude
but time slowly etched away.
The princess of the massacre
was left to cold decay.


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