Sovereign

God save the Queen! A child would squeal Suddenly swept away Placed upon a horse Hanging on for life Taken into the dark There is no queen She died last night There is a tall man Sitting on her throne He leans back, relaxed With his feet up, smiling Drinking blood wine And eating raw pork His clothes are fancy And his boots splattered With a thick red substance Some servants say paint He demands entertainment More music, more wenches He calls, he bellows Voice loud and severe An open hand finds a face The whole castle shakes Fists idle, but mind not His advisors have Suffocated to death Alone he will decide He ponders his next Conquest, war, rape His soldiers march proudly They have presence but lack Skill, effort and sanity They quickly fall in battle There is a vague sound of laughter Before darkness ascends There are none to be seen The town is silent, betrayed And the kingdom has fallen Still, he sits unscratched Chewing on bones Finally alone is his insanity