Comus In The Lost Queen's Eyes
In the lost queen's eyes
Where piety's gone fetid
Long has she waited
Ornery by her worn-out sighs
For the king to return from the war
In glory after fall
Returning from the war
Gone the days his battle transcribed
He would return with honor to his life
The people would rejoice at the sight
Tall he sat in his saddle, his armor bright
Awakening his people's hearts and minds
Our queen
His memory felt the bond
Our queen
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Our queen
In the silence follow
In the cold frost of the frozen night
She sits alone imagining [?]
[?] his return from the war
Another man, he's a selfish tyrant
There's a spell, people are oppressed
Mother and father tricks the son