MY BLOOD:
The air is so cold
And the woods remain black
And on that path that split the dark
Steps one shape on track
Well the King knows not which way to go
As he stumbles forth on tender toes
(Simeon of Kroue:)
Oh to feel so much
in the arms of but a mere...
...Dream is mine lot
Yet tread this path I have not
Though I've known
This day was to come
I ne'er pictured anything here
Quite as evil, yet fair
Pure in it's wickedest form
Sleep is mine lot
Sleep is my everlasting
Eternal lot
WIT:
'Tis not this dream though
That sets my heart pounding
But the uneasy chill in the air
That is hounding my wit...
One is callin me - Beckoning
Oh, I cannot see
Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees
In the mist and dark
There's someone lurking, waiting for me...
So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes
Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted
This is but so intoxicating
As I make my way on that path crude and winding
So heed me as I walk proud
With none here by my side
I am trapped within bitter bloodties
While still back in the castle I lie!
Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see
I suppose she is the one calling me here
...Oh yes
Will come the Dawn after seven days passed
And the sand seems imprisoned
In one half of the hourglass
Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide
Biding my time in the shadows
Nor will I hail this Demoness
As a just and truthful Queen...
...She ensnares my mind
With spells of fair skin hair and flowers
Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind
Seem but strong enough to resist... This
'Tis not this sight though
That sets my heart pounding
But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes
To ensnare my mind
Oh she is truly godly, like none other
And her fairness knows no bounds
Still 'tis that servant lover
Of this year gone by
That within seems to hound
This wit and mind of mine
A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I
'Pon her seat of leaves
And roots and branches
The wench sits, yearns to dine
On that royal line of my blood
That ties me to her...
SIMEONS MONOLOGUE:
"It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I
must commit, And 'tis the first time that this
entity of the forest I now visit. Though I
intend not to perish humbled in her arms
And though I mindful must be so that I not
entangled become, I seem somewhat
compelled to see just what there might lie
In store for a new king
For one as godfearing as I"
