The castle walls shook, the moat dried out. The jesture broods, the mimes began to shout. The queens mannet was no longer tame. And the wizards eyes bled from privilaged sight. the draw bridge opened. The king awoke decked out in red. A bleeding, broken virgen under his bed. No longer the man to lead us all. He's hiding now, behind his walls.. Can'nt count on him to be there, yet his time is now. But we will raise our glass anyway, one last time. and now they have come inside. A white stag decays in the grove. Our beloved queen has her head in the stove. Ou prince sits idly by. lit a match, watches his mother die. Stands there without a tear in his eye. Kissed what was left of her head, laughing now he waves good bye. oh how i hate how fairy tales lie..Birth sign: Sagittarius
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