III - Princess Bloodlust
THE CHRONICLE OF THE BLOOD-FILLED CROWN
III: Princess Blood-Lust
Cowering in a cave, I mourn and weep.
No grave to cry by or a tomb to leave flowers.
Through the cracks in the walls, rain does seep.
In the bitter cold, over my husband I do cower.
He promises me he'll do all in his power
To restore my father's kingdom to peace and rested sleep.
But, alas, the kingdom is torn
Limb from limb
Why was that ingrate ever born?
He has taken my father's kingdom under him.
Unrightfully, upon his brow is the crown's rim,
And every person bows to him in the morn.
War is crazy and delirious even so,
He is not stupid or dumb
Or mentally destabilized No.
He has my father's cunning, every last crumb
Perhaps even more to give him his full sum.
He is, undoubtedly, a formidable foe.
There is nothing left to do, save plot and plan,
Although all may go to waste or in vain
But I must avenge my kin and my clan.
Oh, perhaps I follow War becoming insane!