Millions of armies stand,
fighting against the good,
of what was, what is,

My heart has become pierced,
slowly, thy queen is dying,
her kingdom lays in utter
doom,

Decay of dead leaves,
burning castle towers,
what will become of
her?

Time is at hand,
your mighty sword,
is the only weapon
to save her kingdom.

All will be lost,
please come,
rescue her,

She awaits
for you to slay
her dragons.

Will you arise,
with honor, dignity,
to serve your queen?

Or has something foolish,
dark and mudded,
blinded your eyes?

While your kingdom dies,
and your true love,
lays slain.

[This message has been edited by A Romantic Heart (06-28-2007 05:31 AM).]

[This message has been edited by A Romantic Heart (06-28-2007 03:19 AM).]