Fallacies are everywhere
In my palace, gasping for air
Doves fly rumors of dissidence
They have a certain dissonance
Still I can’t break the code
Camouflage cape, I need your abode
Gas mask for the May Queen
But we lost her after the parade scene
A stronger hammer for the Queen of Winter
In her fingers count the splinters
Fallacies are everywhere
In my palace, up the stairs
The doves only bring bad news
Words of sickness, animus and lewd
They have a certain confidence
I can’t make out the consonants
Camouflage cape, I need your abode