The bile tongued prince sat upon his minced words trying to dismiss the news that he had heard But the taunting is ever present To think that all this haunting was brought on by the peasants
The advisor was all the wiser for remaining silent He'd learned his words are sometimes better unspent Letting youth flap carelessly like the sigil above the hall With a clap and a tap the prince barks to answer the call
He seemed hesitant as any should be in this time He bluffed confidence as he declared the act a crime
So pick up arms This burden befalls on all who can woo No telling by the yelling on how many sons mothers went through Red and black a snake like tide walked and waved as it passed through the gate A shimmering glide the baking sun glinted off every single armor plate Acting accountant for how many would be lost The sun an abacus showing what it would cost