I laid down my sword and followed my Queen
bade me inside the torchlit corridor,
twelve dark roses on the mosaic floor,
she unhinged the lock with a golden key.
I remember this all my days at sea
when I came to her through her chambers door
I laid down my sword and followed my Queen
twelve dark roses on the mosaic floor.
And all her tears, and pride, and royalty
that stirs my passion with a lion's roar
this complex meaning to a simple chore
in a world of blue and quintessence green
I laid down my sword and followed my Queen.
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