Heir to the empress;
Sort of a mistress;
Fear to be depressed;
Whose views are expected to be a neglect;
She holds her crown;
They bring her frown;
Cupid wonder of crows;
Leading to feeling sound;
What should she do;
Abandoned yet crowned;
Seen as an outcast in her own town;
She cries her eyes,until it fries with lies;
Digested with lust;even with her cost;
She isn’t happy;but makes others feel less sloppy
Even if she runs;the sun shall captures her morns;
Even if she cut free;
Fearless birds shall lot forth;
So how should she overcome
Her ability not to fore come;
Death by penalty,Rests her sanctity
