Remains of the Gods

If you still don't believe

That I can restore myself under your crown,

Then watch me as I decapitate this serpent head of

vanity.

I used to be wary of you,

Now I'll make your skin crawl at the thought of me.

You once thought me a fool,

But titles change so easily.

As you'll see now, who's the fool and who is king?

Who's dying, and who's triumphing?

You'll learn your lesson from a monster once defied by

none.

And now I'm finally able to say you all share this

common trait:

Her heart was cold long before her eyes made her stone.

You'll see; they'll tell this story for ages to come'

She didn't see me hovering above her like the halo she

abandoned.

Likewise I never laid eyes on the scales of her skin.

My dexterity terrified her; I charmed the blood right

out of her neck,

And while her body collapsed to the floor, I grabbed a

hold of her head.

Held it up, dripping, to its own reflection.

And forced her to behold her internal demon.

My battle cry will always echo in her death rattle'

As I left, you seemed so certain that I would falter,

But you mistook my confidence for pride.

I never boast of bloodshed unless I have the heads to

prove my slaughter.

And with her once writhing skull in my grasp at long

last,

And with her wretched, glaring visage burned into my

shield,

And with the knowledge that I'm stronger than you'll

ever be,

It's time to regain my throne

I'll cut a crown of serpents from her hair

To replace the one you used to wear.