Queen of Swords

Down the way that gravity falls

Who are friends who are foes?

The lamp glimmers in the breeze

What are these crowns...who are these?

The earth breaks to be molded anew

By my hands the potion brews

I claim what is and what is not

But by my might and the power of thought

New earth rumbles

Thunder roars

As my heart swings its mighty sword

Less is more and I can't afford

To loose my grip on life's hard handle

Victory's sash shines bright on the mantle

The universe's way

My eyes...bright

All the wrongs I can make right

For now or later

Time is no matter

For when it is time

You will no better