• Hair so pink and eyes of flame
    None around here dare speak her name
    With hourglass body, sprightly cute
    And unimaginable power, hard and brute
    In a sea of white, atop a man-eating flower
    Sits a primadonna Queen in her finest hour
    Queen of demons on a dreamscape plane
    Spreading murder and mayhem and pain
    Steals and enslaves the mortal soul
    With no real plan or ultimate goal
    A spoiled brat in Monarchs clothing
    Breeding fear and hate and loathing
    Whispered among demons, spake
    In secret for there was much at stake
    "Everyone has a lucky streak
    But someone should end it for Monique!"
    Though none had power enough to beat her
    And most not the courage to even meet her
    There would eventually come a day
    A mortal Champion would come to slay
    This childish witch who would play queen
    Who would be loved and feared and seen
    A human would kill Starblaze and Snowbright
    She would defeat the Queen and make things right
    A new age would dawn, the tortured souls free
    To be any form they should choose to be