Everything is red in the kingdom of the queen. Matador hat with barnacles, witch white hair to the shoulders, tickling the breast. In her eyes are the blood shot of many vampires; in her heart the daggers of many soldiers. Five inky fingers cross her throat like an ill-fitted necklace. Her dress is like heart charms, scales of fish dripping blood toward her toes. Withy, twists around her throat. Anglers of the court toss hooks toward her cherry red lips, capture the moment of the haze of purple surrounding her head. Everything is red in the kingdom of the queen. Death changes colors from red to blue.