Well, She Does, N The Fuming Mists Of This Darque & Stormy Night.
Fight After Fight Keeps, Her Queen, A Higher.
Fire, She Breathes, When The Proper Spells She Weaves.
Webs Of Hatred, Near, Augment The Natural Magiks Of This Nightscape Overtaken By The Darqueness.
Kiss, Queen:Brel, & Know The Ultimates Of Exotic Fantasy.
Family, Her Own, She Killed 1st & Foremost, Thus Eliminating Any Worser Enemy Of Prophecy That Would Ultimately Present The Challenge Of Unstoppably As Far As She.
Darquely, She Haunts As She Stands. The Darque Rains, Delight, @ Each Touching Of Her Feminine.
Grin Of Queen:Brel, With Gouged Out Eyes (She Did It 2 Herself), Horror Itself.
Life, She Again, Curses 4 Whatever Purity That Remains.
Rains Of Darqueness, Keep, Queen:Brel Grows All The More Mean.