It’s my final word, you’re in chains.
Nothing more needs to be said.
Your shadow is not big enough to make you memorable, but you could become a model for evil, if you don’t change.
To act as if you are royalty while your heart is neither gold, not silver, nor bronze is a dangerous path.
High up the mountain of waste, the sweet taste is unattainable, but your foul mouth doesn’t even miss it – the sweetness.
Worms are sliding up and down your tongue, you swallow one from time to time and you believe you are fed.
You believe you are nurtured, taken care of by a ominous force that favours you, and puts others down.
You are a rotten, forgotten queen, and nothing more needs to be said.
This is my final word, you’re in chains.
Spirit of Tara 