The Tale of the Blue Queen

The world had ended, abruptly,
He was done with the world,
Throwing it away like crumpled paper.
She was left to carry on a blue reign,
With a burnt blue heart, she had nothing else,
A tyrant was born
Foreseen by the king himself,
And her pain
would reflect
Upon the faces of the inhumane crowd,
Anger on the Innocent,
Hate upon the bowing few.
But let us worship this blue queen,
For we all know,
We are no better than her.

(unfinished)