• i am the killer of the queen
    from the shadows i stalk; unseen
    i want to kill only for the fufilling screach
    as is my job; the killer of the queen
    i creep around corners and disapear without a trace
    just to see the horrifyed look on this our queens face
    an evil smile traces across my lips
    as i rip apart and shread away
    the queen, unfortunatley, has died today
    but at her funeral i shall hide my wicked grin
    foolish queen, did you think you could win?

    and when i shrink away into the dark
    i shall make one last remark
    still remaining unseen
    i lurk in only shadows; the killer of the queen.