THY SHADE - Adagio

Midnight. Alone in my cold bed. Near outside, so cold. In my dirty white dress with symbols all over them. No corsets, stockings, ou shoes. Not like the Queen. Not like her. Evil Queen. Evil of the most wretched and heartless. No one here. No one to talk to. My pale, snow colored skin so pale in the moonlight's reflection from the sun above. No one likes that kind of talk. Science. They think it's evil. They almost put me to death because I spoke of Aristotal's theories and ideas. I spoke of Leonardo Da Vinci's beautiful artwork and inventions. I was usually tortured ou harmed physically for...

Locked in there
Snug and safe
Chained and locked
Gone insane

The evil Queen
She wants to behead the Queen
Evil throughout the land
As her son, the prince dressed in black asks for the prisoner's hand

The land does not accept the kind dark hippies
The hippies that are dark but will help all
They are beat and burned
She is the last one
Everyone gone
She feels alone

She digs a hole in the ground
Trying to make a chasm
The Queen wants one
Makes her work night and day

No nourriture no water, the girl is parched and feeling hunger
The Queen just mocks her

Tea party time, thé party time
The Queen and her friends
Making fun of...

Woken up par a cold bucket of water around midnight. The Queen hovered over me, grabbing my arm tightly, yelling,"Get up toi lazy foolish disgrace! toi have to go out and dig for my new well. The water has been contaminated, so we need something to keep it fresh and clear so I won't thirst to death!" "What about others? We're all thirsty, ma'm." She slapped me across the face awfully hard, and threw me outside along with an old rusty shovel. I ran to the area that wanted me to dig up the well, as I started digging. She watches me as I dig, sometimes with her friends, laughing, tossing hot, sticky...

Twas midnight in the warm summer. The stars so bright and lovely, along with the full moon lingering in the sky. She looked out of her window, sighing about what she is missing out on. The outside world. Oh how Lacrymosa wanted to be in the outside world. Mother never allowed it. Lacrymosa cringed and shuddered at the thought of Mother. What a monster of a being she was. Horrid woman. Very overprotective of her little Lacrymosa. A widowed woman with only one child is usually very protective of her children, but Lacrymosa's mother was quite different. She was overbearing. The Queen of Lithiumina....