The way to the court of the Crimson Queen

And so
with no plans of going anywhere
no chance of meeting anytime
not even home at some point
there is no home anymore
for you

with dying eyes I saw for years
how you did all those things
Athens in a day
all them Gods surrounded
while you held their moon on your toes
who would not

all the creeps, the ill ones
the poor, the gifted, the damned
streets of Lima waving white flag
of rendition
all for you 

I won't speak about Italy here
no sympathy for them
wankers

I'll show you where to conquer next
Prague, Copenhagen and 
maybe somewhere in Scotland
not the Highlands
power is mighty there

but 
if you ever needed back up
ask for a poem
that's all I can do
only way to get to you
to know the way to
the court of the Crimson Queen