Near the candle\'s fluttering light,
Stood a sombre Prince now grieved
Standing near a grave with his might
Bearing the gloom he had conceived.
The stars look down with scorn
as omens imbue in that sombre place
reflecting dreams that war had torn
of glories that once had their grace.
With the touch of the passing breeze,
His mother\'s memory softly whispers
Melting the mountains of guilt with ease
With tears to soothe those bygone years.
How once she ruled over as the Head
with grace and fairness beyond compare
blessing her subjects where honour led
and blessed their lives with special care.
When their lives were cloaked with gloom
She\'d glisten like the Sun, pure and bright.
Her intellect would keep away the doom
Assisted by her vision of a noble light
Neither fame nor power\'d mar her grace
For under her, Paradise found its peace
And besides the respect that held its place.
All the wrong ambitions did decrease.
But her fate decreed a dreaded way
As jealousy stirred the coven\'s unrest,
Despite the grace that bade loyalty to stay,
The Queen was unkindly stabbed in her chest…
The news pierced like a dagger\'s blow
leaving the Price gasping with a stare.
With a face pale as white as the snow
grief shattered him beyond compare
This corpulent betrayal destroyed his frame
as he came to terms with his woe.
In him, vengeance burnt like an eternal flame
seeking justice in the world now at a low.
So, from the trenches of gloom\'s weight
He rose, fledgling, yet with sturdy eyes
To spread the fire fuelled by his fate,
Seeking justice beneath the hostile skies.
To honour the Coven with public disgrace,
He decreed the people to gather near
To reveal the truth for rumours to erase
And seek revenge with no room to fear.
“O friends of Paradise! Lend me your ear
I\'m here not to mourn but to endear
The Queen who ruled with grace and might
Whose steps once filled us with delight.
The coven to satiate their jealous pride,
assassinated her turning against our side
When did she fail to fulfil your needs?
When was her advice not a wisdom\'s seed?
Neither power nor wealth she sought
Every single act of hers was a noble thought.
A figure as bright as the Sun for every eye
Did she deserve in the Coven\'s hands to die?
Those hands that reek in her blood,
took her away in this muddled flood.
And yet for her worth, her grace and heart-
Would you not tear the Coven apart?
Look at the throne! Cloaked in despair
Crying helplessly for justice free and fair
With silence speaking volumes, she cannot;
Her crown shows what the coven forgot!
Oh, you stars! You witnessed her reign
Still, why don\'t you bleed in pain?
For she was more than you could behold-
Her value is more than the tales told.
And the coven\'s hands are still red,
Smeared in blood, yet they\'re unafraid.
Shall we, her people, bow our heads low
Whilst the Coven walks with no fear to show?
For she ruled with pride on her face,
Still, the Coven killed her in disgrace.
O Citizens! I stand here as her lone heir-
Shall we let the Coven breathe our air?
Look at her wounds, crying at her deed
How they glisten in the shades of greed.
The hands that took her away,
Will steal your peace every passing day.
The Coven fell for their intentions true
and let their envy tear all we knew.
Her crown\'s blooded and we her kin,
you\'d kowtow them and let them win.
So has come the hour to rise
And let her blood stain the skies!
Let not her soul in injustice lie
Seeking answers from the fiends sly.
Hold your torches! Take your cries
As justice calls where the moral dies.
We will fight to meet their shame
And burn the altar of righteous flame.
If we love her, we must now act
We can\'t rest as they\'re yet to retract
Let vengeance sing our song and creed
To restore peace, our hearts must bleed! ”