Saint and the Queen

by Desiree .

“Our Queen casts her spell upon the starry night, when she laid eyes on her beloved Saint, it was love at first sight” - Daydream

“I know what you meant but I don’t know you so check how you address me,”

“I’m saying he’s still a good guy! I know you don’t like kids–––” “I despise them. The younger they are, the more they make my skin crawl,” I gagged.

“Merry Christmas nigga…I’m the new Santa, fuck you talm’ bout,” he let out like he was charging at someone. “King Jingle these nuts nigga. Yeaaah.”

Y'all played with this girl’s life from the time she was born and didn’t say a fucking word!”

“HE WORTH A MILL ON THE LOW!” Keenan rapped with his finger in the air. “PLUS THE WEATHER MAN SAID THAT IT’S A LIGHT CHANCE OF SNOOOOW!”

followed her move. Suddenly, the entire city that stood, waiting to see the duel of power play out

“Oh naaah… I’ll remember you the moment I lay eyes on you,” he said as he leaned down to kiss me. “Trust me. Our story is just beginning…”