Moods are set to dusty pinks
Autumn evening in full swing
Spices of faraway lands, like dreams
Silks that dare to be fancied, by bodies unclean
Harps sing like birds in the spring
Hail the queen and the king
For this drop and this game
For the crop and my dame
Crop burnt to ground, dame doomed for shame
Hail the Queen and the king, again!
Drunk with love, she looks at me
Eyes hollowed out to just barely see
Her arms just skin covering bones, so tiny
Yes, I love you too. You know me.
Hail the Queen and the king, one two three!
This Autumn party will turn to night
With the palace gates closing, so shall the light
This game will get cold, the drop no more in sight
Someday, Someone will set things right.