Without rhyme or reason you desecrated our throne with raucous escapades. Deception’s tongue recited temptation’s story while smiling in my face. She relished in my bitterness, riding the wave of each fallen tear.
Unaware of her name, my mind reinvented the story with each beautiful face I saw. I slew Tina first, as she always had your eye. Rebecca was next–the castle whore who slept with the king and all of his brothers. But the tales lingered.
Tiring of your nightly visitations, I peeked through the mist. My heart shattered as I saw you, alone, on the floor, with him.
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