.:royalty:.

                                    

                                          
We would not be seen dead here during the day.
                          
I suppose that's why we're here so late now.
                          
We've got that frightening glow of superiority about us.
                          
Our variously hued eyes gazing ahead at the land we could once rule.
                          
The moon cowers in our presence, hiding behind a cloud, calling her children in.
                          
At her call, the stars move in, our heads cocking in curiosity, our fists rising in power.
                          
We've got that exciting spark of confidence about us.
                          
Our fair skin growing into the floor of the dancing shadows around us.
                          
The sun thrives inside of us, painting a sweet, blue sky, just for you and I.
                          
At his call, the artistic light moves throughout our orbs, painting it.
                          
We've got that vicious spectrum of illusion about us.
                          
Filling your eyes with lies, taking yours and making it ours.
                          
We are the royalty they all wish they could be.