To My King
At the bloody battlefield-
When he'll drain enemies,
His queen would be the power-
And I would be his peace!
He'll be betrayed by tenants-
They will darken his shine,
Two graves would be there
And the latter is of mine!
The Reign is not mine-
I am not his queen-
But to love my king the most
Only I can win!
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