The Forgotten Queen

The Forgotten Queen ballad

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The crown he wore weighed him down, his uncertain tone wreathed
As his face so stoic hid the storm that surged beneath

Its not about my faith in you, for I know your morals are true
I know you’re as pure and chaste as can be
But everyone else should know too

amid the wind that howled in her ears, still as time stood
Looked up at him her eyes with love, as only a woman’s could

she spoke little, his words sinking in, her eyes said the rest
Benumbed at the deceit as the ache tightened in her chest

Albeit to keep my honor oh king, I wish you hadn’t put me to such a test
You felled a mighty demon to win me back..I wish you had known my worth instead

I will walk through the flames and come out unscathed
for such is my love and my soul as chaste
but to protect your pride as a righteous king
I refuse to swallow mine within!

he watched the fury in her tears and the earth before him tear apart
as his folly glared at him like the fire in her eyes
and she disappeared into its gaping heart

he stood there, a picture of woe and despair, burdened by guilt and grief
lost the woman he fought for
the noblest king that ever lived

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