" the queen "
" she is the powering thunder when the storm rises.
she is the sinking diablerie that everyone fears.
she is the honed sword that can cut with words.
she is the purest of gold that melts and molds itself.
she is the crafted diamond that can cut everything.
she is the sunset that comes over and over everyday.
she is the moonlight that stirs the saddest of souls.
she is the warrior always on the bloodied battlefield.
she is the queen who bows to only one King - God. "
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