Old Queen Mab
Old queen Mab
Alone in her halls of bones
Sits by herself
Still as stone
Waiting for her death to atone
But death will not take spiteful Mab
For dark Letus tried once
But soon turned back
For she broke the devil's back,
In crazed horror and in great surprise
Take her back, dark death,
I have no use for such a person
Lest she takes my place
So race back with old Mab.
I hide behind the curtain sword in hand
Ready to flee the hateful land of faerie
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