Hark hark, queen of Arcadia fair
Thou ask of those that come before who can stand up against you and compare.
To see who holds the titles true, and can ever really stand up to you.
We delve down deep into the past, watch the time wind back on the ones that hold gold.
First was Doom, enwrapped in metal, pushed forth by greatness but lacked the mettle. Slipped between his hands, fury wrapped behind a mask.
Then Dr. Death beheld, and swapped from hands to hands, reaching out to the Mariachi band. Death serenaded it back and forth between the two, a song to catch the ears before falling out of tune.
From there it went to a street cop turned king, who paraded it around. And in the air it was thrown around, found by a man that came up from the ground. It was written in stone, entombed by the monster that shepherded the souls left alone
Then to Nobody, who’s hands held firm but never long, and in the hands of a queen quite confirmed
For the people of Arcadia, you are the most pristine.
Now a challenge awaits on an new scale
The final belts shall be ours to avail
Held in the hands of a cursed man and a man out of his mind, these two will surely fall behind
Together they held against big and small, but time has gone and taken it’s toll.
One’s head has been smashed in, broken and beaten beyond repair
The other is trapped, caught in a cycle of burning despair.
Separated for so long, they found friends turned foe. And despite trying for peace, they found nothing down their solo paths but woe.
They are tired, worn, and broken by the world around them. The duo aren’t prepared for the wrath of the femme.
For these two fools have held on to this gold so long, but they don’t hold the prestige to go on.
For a queen to hold gold is as natural as all things comes.
The face of a nation, the ruthless indeed. I see into your heart, and have looked at your dreams.
Your motions are pure, with the heart of the ruler leading your way. Your choices are sound and sane, and push you into the fray.
For you are the sword that cleaves away the enemies, the heart of the world that keeps the kingdom up and beating. You are it’s heart, and no hunter may cut it out.
And I am the shield, the protection from those that would swing the most merciless of damage that would be brought your way. Any enemies that would come our way would fall to the swing of my shield.
For we are the sword and shield of Arcadia. With our powers combined, we are unstoppable. Both of us are reflections of the people that make Arcadia, the might that represents our world together.
The queen and the mirror, the sword and the shield. When the two are together, both shall truly yield.