Royal solitude

She's not Your hope, and not Your light.
Won't lift You up, won't hold You tight.
Don't chase her stare, don't hear her sing,
She's not the symphony for You, Dear King.
Don't seek her face when You gaze up:
She'll spill the wine out of Your cup,
She'll rend Your throne and break Your crown,
Dear King, You know, she'll take You down.
Her spit will be the ocean rise,
You'll sink Your kingdom through Your eyes.
With waves of torture, grief and pain
You'll drown Your forests, You'll suffocate.
Rivers and lakes then will turn dry,
And with her leave You'll question life.
The perfect romance, Your flawless Queen
Shall kiss You tenderly before You sleep.
She'll pierce You in Your heart and smile,
A loving glance straight to your eye,
She'll whisper to Your ear „Goodbye“.
Leaving that fake imaginary high.
The castle walls will reach the sky,
To hide the thunders and shout of cry.
No fire blazing, no spark of light,
Everything falls, crumbling on sight.
Empty and cold Your castle stands,
Dear King, I'm sorry for Your bloody hands.