The Empress

BPM: 270

The last firebird flied over her as she stood

on the last crumbling mountain. Prickley pine trees shivering above the dew,

the first breath of the winter in her soul

was icing through the flowers.

She fleed the Golden-emeraldcity, heart broken by the gong of war.

Sinking her nails deep into the ground.

Sheding tears of a dragon from the crystal eyes of the universe.

Falling down her porcelain face. A work of art.

Her lips red, to seem like cherries in the spring.

Casting a glance at the pale moon while the wild wind was howling to the north.

Ruler of the skies as the morning stars sang together,

looking different today.

In the shadows of her lace fan, the silky blossom on the kimono dress.

Embroidered with the silver thread of moonlight,

encrusted with the diamonds of night.

The great ocean waves can't destroy her purple throne.

Although left all alone, she will never surrender.

The obedience will suffocate from her light,

rising like the sun after the dusk once again.

Because she is... the Empress.