your royal highness, queen of magnificent deceit,
oh how i adore throwing red roses at your feet,
and watching you lead your foolish kingdom with awe,
knowing how little they knew about your many, many flaws.
your royal highness, oh how i thank you of all heroes,
for lowering my debt at the mere price of one (and three zeros)
and for having me believe I was the wicked witch in disguise,
when in fact it was you, with your twisted smiles and petty lies.
you cover up your tracks and disappear without a trace,
yet always leave your mark like poisoned honey atop a cake,
while the kingdom remains obscure and turns their heads the other way,
and the blame is put on me, who was only trying to save the day.
oh your royal highness, queen of magnificent deceit,
how can I repay you for all that you've done for me?
from locking me away and keeping me in this horrid cell,
to watching me suffer and bleed and ignoring my cries for help?
i knew far too much about your sinister plans,
so you locked me away and kept me hidden from man.
yet a day will come when your castle walls are no longer firm,
and all the riches you've ever owned will be tossed away and burned.
so don't think for a moment that your reign won't see its end,
although I may be gone,
tragedy will strike once more, my friend.
