Queen:Brel

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.