The light shines thorugh the only window

inside of her eerie cocoon,

symablaizing the fantasy

that she can only dare to dream about.

 

Downstairs, you sit there on your throne

reading your newspaper while

the muffled sounds of despair

threaten to break through the walls.

 

She's screaming so loud,

so incredibly loud she's not sure

if it's even her voice anymore

that is releasing the scary sound.

 

"Let me out! Please I beg of you!"

 

"Someone, anyone, can you hear me?"

 

"I'm dying! Please! I can't go on like this!"

 

Do you care? Why would you?

You're in control and you are very aware.

In your eyes, there is no other way.

Those who don't follow you deserve to die.

 

But upstairs, locked in that cellar,

she so desperatley is breaking through

your walls of confinement.

You think you own her?

You think she's scared?

Please don't mistake the cries and wails

of despair as a sign of surrenderance.

 

You think you won?

You think she's learned her lesson?

You fail to realize that those

are cries of a warrior.

The time has come where nice has ended.

She no longer cries for your acceptance.

She cries for the freedom and revelation

that has rocked her body from the constant

restraint you thought you held her in.

 

Oh my dear sir,

while you sit on your throne

and declare a victory that will never be yours,

she sits upstairs in that eerie cocoon,

because at the very moment

you sit on your throne,

she stands tall in the light from

the only window, embracing

the warmth of the empire she is building.

 

You live in her world, her fantasy:

the one you thought she couldn't even

dare to dream about.

You are a mere guest in her mansion,

waiting in her foyer while she walks

around upstairs laughing at

your inevitable demise.

And while you make yourself comfortable

and trick your mind into thinking you have won,

the queen sits upon her window perch,

the light shining directly on her,

basking in the glorification of the

uprising of a new empire.

 

You hear muffled cries of a torn girl.

She hears the cries of a warrior taking back what's hers.

 

You have been warned.