He acted high,
He acted strong.
He acted like his place was by me.
On the balcony of colors,
Seeping into the sunset.
He treated me like his queen,
A goddess, elsewise,
A treasure to be his.
But he himself was undeserving.
He treated others like peasants.
He acted like my savior,
When in truth,
He was my eneme.
Eneme of peace.
Eneme of my people.
And of my kingdom.
His place is at the bottom.
His place is beside thieves,
Murderes,
Villains.
Because he himself,
If one of them.
He steals people's hope.
He murders people's spirits.
He is a villain who doesn't deserve anything,
Least of all my hand as queen.