The Thunder Gods play for her the music moves the stars .
They play on drums stretched taut with skin and astral guitars.
Beyond the blackened trees of barb wire and razor branch
that catches and tears at tender flesh causing it to blanche.
Through the mists of tattooed memories and rendered flesh and bone.
Sits the Dark Queen and her King upon a raven feathered throne.
She whispers to my nightmares and lulls my waking fears.
She calls to light the fires of the abyss and quells them with dragon tears.
The dead walk to honor her with rose and lily shrouds
While in her hand is the great and secret show that exists beyond the clouds.
