Its shadows are cool and chilled.And wrap you in a blanket of despair.All you can feel is your own breath And the eeriness in the air.Where no angel will ever roam.And not even a demon will be seen.For the place cannot decide it’s place.But yet it was given a wonderful queen.Yet wonderful may not be the right word.Nor would be anything else.For this goddess of a personHas a heart that forever weltsAnd she doesn’t even know where she’s gone-Or where she’ll ever be.For she has nowhere to even goAnd she has no one to even see.She is alone in her own little world.Where no one will understand.That she is a woman of her own dignityAnd will never find a man.The darkness will never live for long.For the light will always find it.And the queen must be forever alone.In her deep and dark, endless pit.And darkness may never find a light.And the queen will never find her king.But neither will ever stop their fight.And they will both triumph- and will sing.