My Lady

She once ruled with her heart,

Until she turned into stone.

"My lady," she said,

"would have then happily broken your bones."

She smiled at the crowds,

And said her words just right.

"My lady," she said,

"would surprise you with her might."

Her laugh as gentle as the wind,

Her gaze as soft as her buttery-smooth skin.

"My lady," she said,

"would rip out your organs from within."

"My lady, she dances, with such grace"

"My lady enraptures you with her face"

"My lady, however," she said,

" knows exactly how to put you in your place".

She was courted, wined and dined

She was sought after like a prize-winning swine

But before her head would be presented like the boar,

My lady would take it all, and then take some more.

She set her sights high,

Slithering through the cracks to get by.

"My lady," she said,

"will find a way to never die."