The Missing Crown

“Warriors, Seekers, step forward!
Hear me! Fight me! For glory!
Whoever steals from me,
Pays by blood, on his knees,

Who dared steal from me,
My own destiny, My lovely Lilly,
Whom I was bound to marry,
Step forward, faulty coward!

The gods crowned me today,
Stand against me, you may,
But by this crown and sword,
Keep her at bay!

Fearless knights, on this night,
Hunt for me, hunt with me,
Your Queen awaits her crown,
Find her before dawn!”

King and knights gather swords,
On their holy mounts, screaming:

“Holy Lord bless us by your might,
Our queen shall be born tonight,
for her we shall fight, fight, fight,
Without fright, we shall fight!”

Shivering in chains under the pouring rain,
A girl trembles, crying in pain,
Held by a caped warrior, in vain,
She cries to the sky, the King’s name,

Riding fast, fleeting in the grass,
To the ears of a riding knight,
Came the cries as tendered whispers,
But not far away the king wondered,

As lightning, he grasped,
His horse so fast,
He flew in a blast,
And saw the girl at last,

“My queen needs not worry,
She shall not bleed before me,
And by the gods I promised,
Not to bleed before my enemy,

You’ve gathered such pain,
Opening a gate in my veins,
Filled with anger and flame,
Hell awaits your name

I damn your existence,
And will cease your essence,
For holding my love,
Gods deny you above!”

Her cape touched the ground,
Without a sound,
Her blade broke their bound,
She died on her own.