You are the King of Lies
Leering down from your throne
At me, the jester in the court,
The entertainment to your sick humour.
Ever loyal, I curtsy at the sight
Of your crooked crown,
Even as you sleep in another bed
And kneel to a different Queen.
Instead of medieval torture games
You choose to prick me with
A sharp tongue, one which
Sent me to slumber like the spun wheel.
Under this dark magic you
Whisper poisonous words to
Freeze and blacken my heart
And once regal brain.
I was your Queen once, and
That empty seat you see beside you
Was my regal throne when I
Had a crown as crooked as yours.
And one day I shall knock it off
The same way you knock me.
But until then I will watch
Your castle ruin and fall.
For I am loyal.