• Once upon a time
    in a far away land
    lived a queen
    who put matters on hand

    She was white as snow
    and treasured like a jewel
    From the wealthiest kings
    to the king of mules

    She holds a crime
    or so i'm told
    that she murdered the king
    and stole the gold

    But poor Queen Mary
    was on the rug
    when the gold and jewels
    were smuggled by thugs

    The dungeon awaits
    for her in days
    "Please believe im innocent!"
    on and on she prays

    So she lies on her bed
    guarded and sick
    anxiously waiting
    for November six

    For the vision of the guillotine
    on the stage
    Was poor Queen Mary's
    tragic fate

    And with tears a flood
    she solemnly weeps
    hardly drifting
    away to sleep

    But the walls of the castle
    cannot hide
    the dark secrets that
    remain inside

    And at the strike of ten
    when the gates are closed
    the need of a meeting
    arouse and arose

    The duchess and duke
    spoke of a plan
    to rid Queen Mary
    off Meridan

    Ascending whispers
    in the air
    awoke Queen Mary
    with a shivering scare

    And listens she does
    from the walls of her room
    she learns another
    of her tragic doom

    The duchess and duke
    knew she was clean
    and the thugs were phantoms
    of the theater scene

    Who at the pitch black
    theater back awaits
    for a lady victim
    they strike with a mace

    And then brought somewhere
    with a drag on the hair
    smacked unconscious
    deflowered and bare

    But the phantom with the black hat
    coat and a crest
    had a sick obsessive
    desire of her flesh

    He had portraits of her
    in his shabby room walls
    and lusted on them
    after every faint call

    And so Queen Mary
    startled and afraid
    carefully thought
    of a plan to escape

    She knew the phantom
    could be around
    but was in no interest
    for him be found

    And at the strike
    of eleven fifteen
    when the castle was silent
    and guards asleep

    She slowly turned
    the knob in a twist
    no guard a sight
    she ran a swift

    With her feet bare and cold
    and her eyes fearful glown
    swiftly she passed
    through the rooms at the hall

    And no one had seen
    for no one was there
    except for a shadow
    gliding in the air

    Her movement a swift
    on the stone cold floors
    of rubble & cobble
    and old wooden doors

    Then the hallway was lit
    by a flickering light
    Mary went cold and
    ran the other side

    Footsteps a sounded
    from the heel of a shoe
    and came to her presence was
    the butler, Mr Hugh

    Who leveled his candle
    near the bone of his cheek
    and gazed in a manner that
    their eyes may meet

    "What you plead for, may, or
    may not be true
    but a lady mus not perish
    for a crime she didn't do.

    Down the cellar by the wall
    take the old silver key
    but be silent as the grave
    for guards there may be.

    Now go & I'll take comfort
    on the warmth of my bed
    for if "they" find out
    I will lose my head."

    So the wise old Butler
    forwent his ways
    through the dim lit alleys
    to the bed he lays

    Queen Mary departed
    from the brim of his shoe
    and came to the cellar
    when the clock struck two

    Common was silence
    unheard of at dawn
    down in the cellar with
    the knob shaped, a fawn

    That mocked her presence
    and pile of shame
    for crime she never
    was to blame

    She opens the door
    in a glimpse of an eye
    and found the key hanging
    on the other side

    That brought her the thoughts
    she recently feared
    between them were men
    and soldiers with beards

    Who were drunk in laughter
    from a typical joke
    some grunted & snorted
    while the others choked

    "Are these the white knights
    of The Great Meridan?
    If now 'was in place
    I'd hit 'em with a pan!"

    Peter the archer
    was all drunk in ale
    Conrad the 1st
    just dropped out of jail

    Harold the knight had
    had his 10th booze
    and under the table
    was Fletcher in snooze 3nodding whee