To lofty tower the sweet queen sped By the hand of her kingly husband led To preserve her sweetness ever more And lead the people into uproar For she, their humble friend, was taken Hidden from their loving eyes And so the people's trust was shaken And so the king they did despise.
Tower daunting, tower wide, Tower built in earnest pride; The tower wispy clouds did touch; The queen, she did not want for much For inside whirled a palace great, There was no whim it could not sate And so from here she looked upon That kingdom she had once ruled on While husband, king, was pressed too hard And stole but nights of her to ease The sweetness of her sweet release Leaving there his heart when they did part.
But sweetness not for long can keep For sweet queen, she was losing sleep, Her mind in the infested gutters now As he, the king was forced to bow To the orders of a people disrupt And the queens face it did corrupt, Lines of sadness knotting through Her angel's face, written anew And when the broken king did return He found a broken thing by tower kept And what a terrible way to learn How love betrays the woman that wept.
(This is the result of reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and Grimm's Fairy Stories in quick succession)