Wretched Killers sit high upon their throne
Lurid colors adorn their bloodied jewel 
Their soul is midnight they’re nothing but cruel
Yet they have “the right” to make peasants groan
Scuttling below their pitiful drone 
Servants that perform the task that do gruel
Treacherous tasks their reward to be fuel
For the ceaseless flame surrounded by stone
For the alternate types are rare indeed 
Their seats glisten as dazzling as their soul
Yearning for peace for mankind as a whole
For their domain they’d sacrifice and bleed
All because they comprehend their true role
To deliver their people out of need