King of Hearts, thief of dreams,
Stole half a heart and what remains bleeds.
Knave of Hearts, his servant, feeds
On the joy that holds me, breaks my seams.
King of Hearts, how he beams
Through my darkness, sowing seeds
Of vicious tales, because he needs
His servant's laughter; with that, he gleams.
My title, Queen of Broken Halves, first
Acquired with reluctance, shall show my thirst
For retribution to serve my resentment
For this violent king and his bloody allotment.
My army is few, but our hearts are more than
This black King of Hearts, not monarch, not man.