A long, long time ago in a faraway place A kingdom lay standing tall, full of wrath and no embrace This country was ruled by a young girl of just age 14 Though the most ruthless ruler anyone had ever seen
Luxuries were not short, but as far as one could see A servant with the same face tending to her every need The name given just to her royal steed was Josephine Anything and everything all belonged to this Queen
Being short on money? There couldn't be such a case Simply pluck the pennies from the people paying rates Not a single step can be made to soil her royal stage Or you won't have any chance to age
"Now, bow down to me!"
Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose Savage colours staining all where she goes Pitiful weeds try to force their way out of the ground Nevertheless, they all wither and die without any sound
Her highness, though cruel, still had a captured heart A fine young man of blue was where it all began to start But another beauty from nearby had caught his eye A girl of green who treasured things that money couldn't buy
Ignorance is bliss, truly, but knowing was her fate Her jealousy had blinded her and she just couldn't wait With a whisper to her servant, this is what she said "I want to finally see that poor young maiden dead"
Thus that night, houses of people tumbled down in flames Voices rendered silent, this is what the town became Many tears fell and cries of pain became a prayer Our lady tyrant didn't seem to care
"Oh, look! It's time for tea!"
Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose Savage colours staining all where she goes Doubtlessly refined, the flower sits among despair Ah, surrounded by thorns glinting from the morning sun's glare
Patience wearing thin, people began to yell No longer able to sustain peace where they had dwelled The leader of the pack was a woman of pure red Fighting though the odds she knew were as thin as a thread
The rage came from that accumulated over time As if the people counted her each and every crime Her soldiers stood no chance through their war swept aching bones So her Majesty was left to face them all alone
The crowds swarmed the court once they had broken through the walls All within had left the grounds with no meaning at all Certainly a single girl could not defy a crowd Captured that day, she had lost her crown
"Your disrespect disgusts me."
Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose Dismayed colours staining all where she goes The paradise that she had established at last Shattered into fragments as if it were broken glass
A long, long time ago in a faraway place A kingdom lay standing tall, full of wrath and no embrace This country was ruled by a young girl of just age 14 Though the most ruthless ruler anyone had ever seen
Her death was scheduled to be held when the clock struck 3 The bells would toll and from her cage, everyone would be free The girl who was once the Queen of this country far away Sat in her own prison, soon to lie dead and decay
Striking sounds signalled that the time had come around The chiming bells seemed much duller than she had ever found Staring out at the many who gathered before her The last words she could manage simply were:
"Oh, look! It's time for tea."
Vile petalled rose, the wilting path you chose Deceased colours staining all where she goes Now she's just a story floating as they all observed The Daughter of Vice had got everything she deserved