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Red Queen
Red Queen
Spark of God smolders in her eyes
Fierce as the splash of blood moon
As scarlet fades to black
In a midnight mass for a dark angel
Whose purple bra straps on bare shoulders
Are a path to Solaris in the heat of gold
That shines like the red queen of Macedonia
Whose greatness exceeds Alexander
For red embers on yellow Hellenic rose
That she holds like a rope for dear life
When art is the rosy painting of love
That blossoms on the wall behind
As her stare is a javelin thrown
Spark of God smolders in her eyes
Fierce as the splash of blood moon
As scarlet fades to black
In a midnight mass for a dark angel
Whose purple bra straps on bare shoulders
Are a path to Solaris in the heat of gold
That shines like the red queen of Macedonia
Whose greatness exceeds Alexander
For red embers on yellow Hellenic rose
That she holds like a rope for dear life
When art is the rosy painting of love
That blossoms on the wall behind
As her stare is a javelin thrown
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