Yet rats I'm here
and because I was bored
I made an unnessacary poem
Forgive if you cringe we do not pay for cringe termination mediation
-ahem-
You thought you were free
Only to see
Your in for a whole new story
* * *
Now I'm all alone.
sitting on this stone.
oh but wait, it turned a thrown.
Now watch me as I turn your bones,
Into nothing but sticks and stones.
And your heart shall be made into glass.
just before my magic ring turns brass.
My people will rise,
As we hear your worried cries.
"We know nothing of pity,
Oh my dear little kitty."
But then your gleaming eye,
Would hope we would soon die.
You no more fearing what we have,
We then began to flav.
Soon you began recover the power you once had,
More than one has ever seen,
And From then on we were know as
the fallen queens.
tADa
Finished
Wonderful ain't it? +*
;w;
I bet a dollar yall cringed