Tulle Princess

How now, what treachery is this
She's after the crown is she now
We'll see what crown she'll wear
When my well penned soldiers
Part her flowing hair
My kingdom
Princely estate of white
I shall not let you fall to some
Queen-seeming girl with
Naught but crowns and silken verse
To protect her from the swords
In soldier's mouths
The crown must be protected
The crown must be revered
But the crown is not the country
Without the stamp of blood
Without the writ of law
So come now girl of taffeta
With your hired bloody hands
We'll see which one of us
Will rule this troubled land


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