Remains of the Gods

If you still dont believe that
I can restore myself under your crown,
then watch me as I decapitate this serpent head of vanity.

I used to be wary of you,
now Ill make your skin crawl at the thought of me.
You once thought me a fool, but titles change so easily.
As youll see now,
who's the fool and who is king?
Who's dying, and who's triumphing?
You'll learn your lesson from a monster once defied by none.
And now I'm finally able to say
you all share this common trait:

Her heart was cold long before her eyes made her stone.
You'll see; they'll tell this story for ages to come
She didn't see me hovering above her
like the halo she abandoned.

Likewise I never laid eyes on the scales of her skin.
My dexterity terrified her;
I charmed the blood right out of her neck,
and while her body collapsed to the floor,
I grabbed a hold of her head.
Held it up, dripping, to its own reflection.

And forced her to behold her internal demon.
My battle cry will always echo in her death rattle
As I left, you seemed so certain that I would falter,
but you mistook my confidence for pride.
I never boast of bloodshed unless I have the heads to prove my slaughter.

And with her once writhing skull in my grasp
at long last, and with her wretched,
glaring visage burned into my shield,
and with the knowledge that I'm stronger
than you'll ever be, it's time to regain my throne
I'll cut a crown of serpents from her hair
to replace the one you used to wear.