Optimus Prime

Once… There was a young maid
She was so … She was so young and full of lust
With flaming hair and nailed arms
On a beautiful summerday in winter
She looked out of the window
She looked out and saw nothing
Blinded by jealousy and duress
She wanted everything and more
She wanted everything and more
Something, she never had before
Day by day
She asked her mirror
What can I do?
Am I not beautiful?
A king, a king he must be!
A man of fame, a man of honor
Ten times better than all others
Her soul to the devil and the King was weak
Her body shook, finally fresh meat
His innocence and all the senses left
She led him on a leash because her leadership was deft