The burning queen always rises from the ashes, like her phoenix.
The world attacks the walls of the queen,
of the queen.
The people become a figure.
The figure moves towards the queen– drinks are slipped, and the
royal band plays the queen’s favorite lullaby.
Before long, the figure has s o o t h e d and s e d u c e d the queen.
The figure drops the ignited flame and the queen falls.
THIS IS ARSON.
The queen awakes next to a baby chick in a pile of embers.
The burning queen will rise again.