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A simple melody then was played,
The king's gaze fell upon her grace,
Silent, beckoning the lady in lace.
Not a child anymore, but not a woman yet grown,
Poised and polished, (un)afraid of the unknown,
Her eyes shined bright with promises to bestow,
Head held high walked the queen of tomorrow.
The king was stoic but spoke his eyes,
No kindness in them but neither were lies,
My queen, I welcome thee to my court,
To rule by my side, to be my support.
The knights, their manner hardened by war,
The noblemen from their lands afar,
Hid their doubt, cunning and greed,
Bent in welcome, down on their knees.
The maidens, how fair, like diamonds they shone,
Envious, wishing the king for their own,
Smiled daintily and welcomed with flowers,
Hid their disdain for the girl of the hour.
The priest, wise, slow and ugly with age,
Shrouded in robes, hid his rage,
His majesty, you so proud and so just,
In this wisp of a woman have laid your trust.
The council, learned, advisors to the king,
Calm, their leader brought forth the ring,
We have chosen her grace to be at your side,
Tis for the kingdom, to bridge the divide.
The peasants, the common folk rejoiced,
All hail the queen, her praise they voiced,
The tides will change, our land will grow,
Riches she brings, the queen of tomorrow.
A simple melody then was played,The king's gaze fell upon her grace,
Silent, beckoning the lady in lace.
Not a child anymore, but not a woman yet grown,
Poised and polished, (un)afraid of the unknown,
Her eyes shined bright with promises to bestow,
Head held high walked the queen of tomorrow.
The king was stoic but spoke his eyes,
No kindness in them but neither were lies,
My queen, I welcome thee to my court,
To rule by my side, to be my support.
The knights, their manner hardened by war,
The noblemen from their lands afar,
Hid their doubt, cunning and greed,
Bent in welcome, down on their knees.
The maidens, how fair, like diamonds they shone,
Envious, wishing the king for their own,
Smiled daintily and welcomed with flowers,
Hid their disdain for the girl of the hour.
The priest, wise, slow and ugly with age,
Shrouded in robes, hid his rage,
His majesty, you so proud and so just,
In this wisp of a woman have laid your trust.
The council, learned, advisors to the king,
Calm, their leader brought forth the ring,
We have chosen her grace to be at your side,
Tis for the kingdom, to bridge the divide.
The peasants, the common folk rejoiced,
All hail the queen, her praise they voiced,
The tides will change, our land will grow,
Riches she brings, the queen of tomorrow.
