Henry IX of England

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But one day, he met the darkness

And all whom he thought loyal

Became his enemies.

They wanted his crown, his throne, his rose

And his death

Though they could not get any of that

At least not until he would fulfill his destiny.


Not until the rose turned green,

The dragon red.

Not until the rose fell red

In the big sea of darkness and

Was washed ashore by the breath of the dragon.

Not until he would meet

The First Queen of Asturias.


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