The Dark Queen

Don't be fooled by the nectar in her eyes
Lips so pretty and the sun she shines with that smile
Those curvaceous hives that sweeten each eye
Those that leave tongues dripping with desire
That leave grown caterpillars in yo stomach
And say she's a beauty yes she a beauty
But beautiful ladies don't have brains
She's a different kind of beautiful
Let not the magic she weaves with words
The patterns that draw emotions from your depths
The divine cup she pours on paper
Blind you to her calculated imperfections
Much to your assent she's a goddess
Angels do have scars too
Like the morning bird that mellows your soul
Like the cold breeze of The Mekilingi calms
East comes the breaking sun to the morning cold
Such she paints in those who glimpse her
Such she lights each eye lay on her
But deep inside are demons shouting
And the divine blood is crawling the skin in war
The turmoil is nice to be written in pain
So the dawn breaks in love and life
So her body and words in honey and milk
So her throne is crowned in invisible thorns
So she's beautiful but a dark queen.