Diarchy

 The mirror born and veiled sister
Sit side by side Antakya is merciless
They reign over these bays where ports will be built
Where a new spear will sharpened

They stare across the mediterrenean
they pace in silence and share each other's warmth
washed in the Caspian reborn in the red
Their Chamber holds invisible power

The throne shakes
Venom drips from the fangs
Of twin snakes
Blessed by oracular priest

Raven's circle low omens of the arrival
She departs on a burning moon
The steel of swords reflect
Thrones crack and divide

The mirror born emerged as his sister
Blind to diabolical and deceptive betrayal
The milk princess bled out at the altar
Seeking her divine protection

screaming Tryphaena, Tryphaena...