The Power of Power

Effortless beauty, contagious smile
 
Confidence stretching in every mile
 
Trust in her power for lack of defeat
 
Ruler of the kingdom, bowed at the feet 
 
 
 
Kind to her people and seemingly pure
 
Her crown sits higher than ever before
 
The crown adored by many of obsession
 
Who falls in love with the her own mirror's reflection 
 
 
 
The power of power, grown like a weed
 
From the tinest, purest, most beautiful seed
 
Sparks in the Queen an idea in which a way
 
Her people would bow to her now each day
 
 
 
They ran and they run, they cried to her feet
 
For approval, acceptance; she'd never be beat
 
A village in distress, as her duties call
 
Her pitiful effort cause pure souls to fall
 
 
 
The kingdom it crumbled under her spell
 
The villagers watched and never could quell
 
Blood nor marriage enabled her Queen
 
But jealousy, lust, that once beautiful seed
 
 
 
The power of power, a dangerous march
 
In a kingdom lead by evil monarch
 
She reined most high and lead her troops
 
Until one day the troops stopped marching
 
 
 
They stopped their march and they stopped the fight 
 
They stopped their obsession and stopped the hype
 
And as the Queen's rein came dead
 
As did the crown fall from her head
 
 
Power is strength and control in such way
 
To have the authority to make those obey
 
But without her kingdom the Queen will soon know
 
That power is only there when people follow
 
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