Long live the Queen

The kingdom she once reigned over up in flames. The buildings crumble and fall before her eyes.

"Come out!"

Her subjects yelled as they banged on the castle door.

They used to be loyal; they trusted her, stood beside her as allies but now they are the enemies she must defeat.

The door burst open, all of them running in.

The queen stood alone in the middle of her throne room. No guards at her side for they too have turned against her.

"Off with her head!"

They cried, just like she had done many times.

One by one they charged at her, each holding weapons, such as swords and spears. No doubt made by the blacksmith.

She drew her sword and cut right through the air, creating a whoosh sound.

They flew back and fell to the ground.

She looked down at her subjects and said,

"You all stood with me as my friends and families, but now you are my enemies? I took care of you all. Took pity on those who betrayed me, is this how you all shall repay me?"

Lifting her sword into the air, she points it to the sky. It burst with flames as bright as a new life, the heat it emits causes heat waves for days.

She points it to her subjects who now lie helpless on the ground.

"So be it. If you are no longer have loyalty for me, then you are nothing but mere insects that need to be crushed."

Her subjects all shook with fear, they got on their knees, slapping their hands together they begged for her to have mercy on them.

The queen grinned, raising her sword up high, told them one last thing before they met their demise.

"I have said it many times to those who have crossed me, you are sure to know it for you said before. But I'll say it once more."

Slicing her sword through the air a second time, the subjects all fell to the ground. Their heads detached from their bodies, her once velvet carpet that shimmered with gold lining, now stained a dark crimson.

"Off with your heads."

The queen sat atop her gold throne and placed her crown on her head.

She laughed at them all, all her subjects that she has pronounced dead.

Her Kingdom in ruins, her castle in flames.

But the queen merely laughed some more wiping a tear from her eye.

For the queen will rule again, she will never die.

Lifting her staff, with a grin so bright.

Her new reign has begun.

She looks at each of one of her old subjects as they all scream and shout.

She takes in a deep breath, beginning to grow tired of reliving this life over and over again.

But this is her fate, a queen who is destined to stay alive. For we all know the saying.

Long live the queen.