The dark walls are silent,
the dark halls are empty.
Just past midnight-
the palace deserted.
'
Far away,
on tiger-silent, marching feet,
the enemy creeps closer.
'
But closer still are the steps of the traitor-
traitor to his king,
his country, his land,
as he slips through the the palace,
alone-
then out
'
with another.
'
In the darkness, dawn creeps closer,
and with it the promise of a bloody battle.
"I'll see you again," Says the traitor.
Once again, he slips away.
'
A slim figure in the dark.
'
And the king's daughter watched him from the ship,
gliding through the cresting waves.
She will escape- because of the traitor.
'
Traitor to his king, coming to invade,
traitor to his land, whose hungry eyes look to eastern lands.
He saved the eastern king's daughter, heir to the throne,
for this he will hang
from his ruler's ramparts-
such is the fate,
of denial of hate,
of lifting a sword in defense of another, in the thinking of thoughts not meant for battle-
'
such is the fate of the traitor.
