Once upon a time
There lived a king and queen.
The king was lively and kind
The queen in all her beauty was gracious and refined
Yet were things perfect at the palace.
Beneath it's exterior unrest stirred
For under all his kind words was a scheming mind.
And his hospitality was hostility for those he deemed a threat
The queen was shallow
Her vivacity was corrupted by greed
Her lust for life itself knew no bounds
Was there ever a more perfect pair?