The crown weighs heavy
Atop the kings head
All his seers laid out in front of him.
Every one of them dead
They couldn't speak of what they saw
Not a single one dared
As they slit their own throats
So the King's life was spared
His heart weighs heavy
As he puts his wife to rest
With his stillborn daughter
Laying peacefully on her breast
All he has left of them
Is the tattoo on his chest
Above five loving words
"The dearest and the best"
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
The crown weighs heavy
Atop the kings head
All his seers laid out in front of him.
Every one of them dead
They couldn't speak of what they saw
Not a single one dared
As they slit their own throats
So the King's life was spared
His heart weighs heavy
As he puts his wife to rest
With his stillborn daughter
Laying peacefully on her breast
All he has left of them
Is the tattoo on his chest
Above five loving words
"The dearest and the best"
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