OK *stretches fingers*

The wedding is set in a fortnight's time
The queen's spirit is now sublime
The kingdom will belong

To her forever and her alone
The evil queenship she will hone
Before too long.

Of horrible secrets she has one
Of wrenching guilt she has one
She hath slain the king

She would do anything for power
Her soul is bitter; her heart sour
Within her greed rings.

There is one person who found out this
And the kiss of death would soon be his
Had he not escaped her clutches.

He was a faery of forest and deer
He had filled her with love; he had filled her with fear
But now she was the queen; the duchess.

Futher into this we cannot delve
This covert mystery we shall shelve
For the wedding draws near.

I must stop here, to build suspense! :flowersmile: