I answered my queen’s call
When I happened upon a hell
I cried for help and she came
Only a little too late
She reached down for my hand
I dragged her to where I dwell
Lines on her face grew thick
As I etched myself into pain
Pain became my wrath fierce
My wrath became her pain
We suffered for an aeon and then
She forgot we lived in hell
She sang a great many songs of hope
Longing the rescue of her knave
Wasted her beauty on my beastly soul
Yielded her crown in my name
Her tales of woe rang far and true
Through cracks of mistrust and rage
Yet there was none more of agony
Than the tale of our age
She bleeds blue through night and day
For her peace and my solace
May hers find her soon, and well
For the knave has claimed hell