The queen knew it all.
The queen heard it all.
No matter how far above or down below.
Her daughter had it all. Her looks, her grace, desired by trade;
but she loved to play and flirt and gaze to cover for her heartache.
The princess often cried because she knew it wasn't right
because the man she loved was not a prince, less so a knight.
The queen knew it all.
The queen heard it all.
No matter how far above or down below
Compassionate, she kept it all. She didn't want her child to fall.
Until one day The Queen all of their luck reshaped.
It was a slight remark that grumbled through the halls
And then the knight who craved the crown:
The princess' man, the rightful king, has to be me.
If he's a peasant, to begin with,
he must fall upon his feet.
Now speak to me about this man, speak!
The queen knew it all.
The queen heard it all.
She didn't want her child to fall.
The knight bribed the king demanding to cut the peasant's neck in exchange for the seat
The Queen demanded the knight's head. The King demanded hers instead.
Because...
The queen knew it all.
The queen heard it all.
No matter how far above or down below.
On her last breath The Queen whispered a wish,
for her daughter to know it all.
For her daughter to hear it all.
No matter how far above or down below...
But The Queen didn't know it all, after all.
The peasant deserted to another realm. The princess cried running away,
her head was in disarray, but for herself she promised to fend
for in her womb nested the peasant's heir,
and she ran far, far away through the glowing cave.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
It's A Strange World
HorrorAn anthology of supernatural, body, and psychological horror stories. Sometimes a blend of them.
