She’d shine and beam her starry eyes—project a visage near sunrise. There’d be a hope for many now, those holding back to get their chow, they’d think it wise to wait and see, seek some claim of love for free. To never be! For she had found the wisest call a girl could sound. Her demon queen would take her all and bring each fool into their fall. None would touch this one she owned who’d rest on lap upon her throne.
