Off with their heads!

Karma may be a bitch; but always fair.
And this my king, just isn't that.
 
Once upon a time, I dreamed of admiring your misfortune.
A fly on your wall of devastation and heartbreak.
But this proves more than a tattered Queen can bear.
 
Piece by piece, vile mistresses picked away
at what was left of your fragile sanity.  
And it seems you left the worst for last.  
 
Your once maven mind has been ripped at it's seams.  
Drowning in those crystalline tears,
as your insides spill out on display for the masses.  
 
A king amongst peasants,  
painfully unaware of his right to a fair equal...
I watched you slip away from me.
 
But worry not, my dear King.
I'm here show you how to rebuild a kingdom.
Using ashes of the harlots I've  charged of treason.
 
In a scarlet filled chamber, we'll bathe in our victory.
Like the Bonny and Clyde of a lust-filled royalty.  
Handcrafting our crowns from their unworthy bones,
 
We'll take our place together, on our sinister throne.
And rule this fucking wasteland.