Cease your irreverent
spell casting,
you foul witches..
Only true fire magic
is allowed in my domain..
The One
The Highest Priestess
teaches.

Your icy,
non-chalant demeanor
is a lot less of a treat
than you might think.
If cool was what I craved,
a cold one from the fridge
I’d rather grab
to drink.

Nayy, tricky spirits ain’t
The Crimson Emperor’s
most coveted desire..
He is down bad the most
and only for
The Crimson Empress’s
eternally devoted fire.

You harlequining harlots,
on the other hand,
go for a dime a dozen
on the street.
I’d offer you
to kiss the floor
where I once stood..
but you’re not worthy
even of the dirt
stuck to the bottom
of the shoes I wore
upon my regal feet.