Perched upon her thrown silently watching the lesser people
The moon is her home as she lays beauty on us
Thousand eyes surround her obeying their queen
She smiles the wicked glow of power
Streetwalkers, scavengers, Top pleasers
We’re all her pawns to the night game
Bow down, she is the best
Awed by her shape, form, presence
Nothing but dead rose dust to her
Sprinkling on roof tops through the darkened clouds
Banging the drumming above our heads
As nightmares fill our sleeping minds….