Queen's Death In The Season Of Ivory QUEEN'S DEATH IN THE SEASON OF IVORY |She gazed upon her silver solid water to perfect her art of human canvas to prepare for her night into, transpose |Stained the white of seasoned grass ruby gems created by the dowsing of thy grip with kris in hand she graduated through to her passing |Remarked as the goddess of never excepting pathways a glass full of ice as her crown filled her eyes she blinded out the peons around |By thy hands her heart stopped beating her mind seized to exist bid adieu to the glorious world of selfish state of thought |Wilted under thee pale moon whilst thy kris raped her womb shalt she be possessed by the weald's frore ivory tomb |Queens death in the season of ivory