And my devil was the worst.But now that devil wanted my last kiss, and it wasn't one I was willing to give.He could take the acid and leave the burn behind.I was keeping my heart even if I died trying. Acid that burned at every touch, every linger, and I let it scorch me to my core.A devil made you sin. Raised in poverty, Ranavalona was adopted by the king, and married to his oldest son, as the first of twelve wives, after her father discovered a plot to murder the king. And my devil was the worst.But now that devil wanted my last kiss, and it wasn't one I was willing to give.He could take the acid and leave the burn behind.I was keeping my heart even if I died trying.His lips told me he knew me.His hands touched like we were old lovers.His eyes held secrets of a past I’d never known.I was lost, you see.Lost as the flowers that grew in the meadow.The devil told me he knew me.But lies had a way of unraveling, even if we didn’t want them to.The devil had a trick, for his love was full of acid. Ranavalona I of Madagascar, called Ranavalona the Cruel or the Mad Queen of Madagascar, came to power in 1828.

And my devil was the worst.But now that devil wanted my last kiss, and it wasn't one I was willing to give.He could take the acid and leave the burn behind.I was keeping my heart even if I died trying.His lips told me he knew me.His hands touched like we were old lovers.His eyes held secrets of a past I’d never known.I was lost, you see.Lost as the flowers that grew in the meadow.The devil told me he knew me.But lies had a way of unraveling, even if we didn’t want them to.The devil had a trick, for his love was full of acid. His lips told me he knew me.His hands touched like we were old lovers.His eyes held secrets of a past I’d never known.I was lost, you see.Lost as the flowers that grew in the meadow.The devil told me he knew me.But lies had a way of unraveling, even if we didn’t want them to.The devil had a trick, for his love was full of acid.

Cruel Queen by T.L. Smith