Dancing Princess Turns Into Stone Queen -- Part 11
The queen is strangely quiet tonight.
The tyrant wonders.
He marvels at her wild, quivering beauty,
Her fierce gaze, her stone voice,
Her seductive ways.
Oh, the tyrant is falling in love.
And when she draws him into her
Chambers, he wants to cry and fall
At her feet in adoration…
But a terrible hag, with eyes like burning
Coals, clutches at his arm.
He tries to escape, to find a way out,
All in vain.
Don’t you recognise her, tyrant –
It’s the same old hag that advised
What did you do with her advice –
You chose with a proud heart, you
Had your evil way. Now, slide