Chaos in the tint of black
Vengeance is something she does not lack
She plows on forward, through the night
Not seeming to care that she has no light
Looking for the one who did her wrong
Now she knows, it won’t be long
He can feel it, in his bones
She is coming to take back her throne
She doesn’t care about what she has to do
Because before long it will all be through
The crown will soon be where it belongs
Right in the hearth of her queenly throngs
He had better be watching his back
Vengeance is something she does not lack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem