Nested deep in her coherent thoughts
There exists a dilemma - so distraught!
Solution? - there seemed to be none, yet so many
Every possible move futilely ends up in a mutiny
Badgers and bickers the defiled words of wisdom
Vehemently, she chooses exile over her freedom
Submerged in the tentacles of iniquitous and evil
Rises from the under earth - an incarnated devil
Slays the vicious and treacherous in a bloody bath
The fallen, the risen - all obsolete in her fierce wrath
Behold, the queen of justice - the queen of doom
Coherent thoughts - her only elixir left to exhume.