The strange light burns on
Through the night with strange blades for company
They whir through the air
Sending light and air ascatter
As below them, things and lives shift
Alike in a sea of trash
They stand vigil over a ruined palace
The mistress therein afflicted by a strange illness
For what could cure her she sent away
Way before the start of time
And the wound within festered away
Like tears under a strange white light
She scoffs at princes on white chargers
Sent to her for her amusement
She waves away her food and drink
And sits by the sill to wait
And she listens for forbidden hoof beats
For the stealthy sneak and whispered treason
For news of the exiled, of rebellion and war
For she hopes for her enemy to come carry her away
She whispers her hopes into the wind
Lay my kingdom to waste
Rape and pillage, let the flames tear at the sky
For I sent my love away
And he may come back only when I am defeated
