I, Your Cold Hearted Queen..

Jaunty locks, the colour of day old Henna
A tingling power in knowing you keep them simply for my pleasure
I don't wear your ring, but you wear my collar
As tight on your ashen skin as it is on your heart

You know where you rank, and so do I
The answer would surprise most.

The world doesn't see me touch you, and markedly it won't.
I let them see you as naught more than an after thought in my world
And I keep it that way
But aren't guises are so intoxicating?
Let the world see you as my Jester and my Fool.
Let that protect me
And let that protect you

Let those more shallow and distant sit next to me in my throne
While you remain at my feet
Let them soak in the pretense of favor and glory
And may they never know where you sit in my soul.
They cannot accept or fathom or comprehend

The percolate beauty of you, my dearest and only Martyr
And I, your cold hearted Queen.