The queen of darkness sits above
Upon her throne of pure black stone
Within the pyramid of sorrows
At the end of a winding road
Her skin the grey of snow at night
Hair the dark of the abyss
A gown of crimson from the blood of those wrongly slain
Perfect and terrifying in her immortal grace
The lonely sister with white hair and the fairest of skin
Clad in the blue of glorious midnights
And every time her sister hits her
The silvery tears speckle the sky to keep her company