A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Yours always leads back to the queen and her children, After dipping her regal staff in foreign lands. Infidel here is a raw truth: She can see the foreign presence within your poise, Smell her sundry scents succumbing to yours, Concatenate the lies hidden in your voice. Your mistress is not a pleasant sight, Neither is she worth flooding royal eyes. Infidel, I have questions for the man you are today. Like father like son; How does this phrase sit with you? Like mother like daughter; Would you hand over your baby girl to a man such as yourself? Infidel who is your master? Whom do you answer to that has forgiven you so? How dare you stand like a father, Figure as that of a king? Bustards bear your name, And in the shadows, they remain; Like the nights they were conceived, Like a mother’s virginity, Known of but never seen, a god to a human being. Infidel, dear infidel Why do I love you so? -Dark Lilly