A true friend
What I thought you were
You pretended to be
Was blind to your dark side
Too long for me to see

Not all are *******
Most of them girls are the same
Some girls turn out different
Treat like a proper dame

Taken
I thought that you were one of those
Believed we were queens
You left that royal treatment
Somewhere in our teens

Of queens and kings
A harpy sings
Of those who’re in control

And all the things
Their power brings
As all else pay the toll

Of kings and queens
The unforeseen
A funeral bell rings

Through thick and lean
As life has been
Queens hang their kings on strings.

Burn the whole kingdom to the ground.
Let these flames set them free.
Give them reason to start afresh.
Give them reason to run away from me.

Let the flames lead them to the forest.
The forest secretly owned by the law.
The same law that destroyed my kingdom, my home.
And though they might not know it, or even believe it.

I'll protect them.
I'll keep them safe.
I'll be there, in the shadows.
Until they come to realise, why it was done.

A plague has besieged the city.
And Id rather drive you out
Then let a plague bestow upon you.
I promised to protect you.

For sometimes, you need to burn down bridges;
Bridges you no longer think can hold the both of us.
Be safe my love.
Forgive me.

I may have lost my kingdom.
My subjects.
My love.
But I can never lose my crown.

From the time she was young,
You taught her other girls were her conpetition.
Being better, prettier, more beautiful than other girls you told her was her goal.
You taught her to judge people by their appearance rather than what's in their souls.
Had you taught her to stand by and support other girls the world would've been better.
If you would've taught her the strength of her voice rather than that of sparkles and glitter.
Instead of teaching her to push other girls out of the way to make it to the top,
Teaching her to stand with them would have been enough.
Teaching her that when they are together they are stonger.
That in their unity lies power.
Instead of teaching her to knock other girls' crowns down and being princess alone,
Maybe you should've taught her by fixing each other's crowns and standing together,
They would be queens and rule the world.

A match made in heaven is when justice marries truth;
Marriage is a battle of will: conquer or be conquered;
marriage is like a school that no one ever graduates from.
So couples should carry their cross like Christ did, bravely.

Some men are good husbands, but lousy when it
Come to being a good father, like a male polar bear;
Some women are good mothers, but lousy when it
come to being a good wife, like a black-widow spider;

Every just queen knows this: her body is not hers;
It belongs to her king, who should cherish it;
Every truthful king knows this: if he rules in truth
His reign may endure and weather the storm of marriage.

This thing called marriage is fascinating and amazing;
It lets ordinary folks feel like kings and queens in their homes.

To dance through the
negotiations of gods and men,
To pull the strings
tighter than the strings of your dress.

Adrift from hand to hand,
with fingertips soft as leather
and a head as empty as the city,
you delicately play your hand.

God has woven your souls,
or so the legend is told.
But somehow I find you four years later
With another man, and a country to rule.