Your getting dumb while I’m getting cold,
I’m getting younger while you are getting old.
I cast my “CONTROL” spell on thee,
making your mind forget your reality,
making you blind so you can’t see,
that I have control of your kingdom’s keys.
Yes, all the doorways are controlled by me,
your offspring won’t inherit this monarchy.
for I will be top Queen controlling this land of Royalty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem