The Black Madam

The Black Madam steps off her carriage,

From the conquered east under the Great Empire.

She wanders down dirty London streets,

Spreading apocalyptic sickness and misery

To those within her infectious reach.


The Black Madam smirks at the dying,

Crying for the sweet kiss of the grim reaper.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

She watches as they burn the dead

In vain to rid themselves of her scent.


The Black Madam marches down,

To the seemingly impervious gates of the castle.

No one is spared from her destructive chaotic rampage,

She will show them who the righteous Queen is.

The Black Madam is here to bring the Empire to its knees.




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