Beside him stood his wife so pale
Her bright eyes danced and shone
As before them, the minstrel began his tale
A tale of a queen gone mad
Of grief and fear and rage
A tale of a queen who had
A bitter war to wage
A thousand men at her command
A thousand wrongs to right
A thousand cities crushed with her hand
In the darkest night
At their back the scorching fire
Of outrage grief and hate
Driving them on with endless ire
Headless of the cries to wait
But, the victory was not to be
A bloody defeat
They could not foresee
Blinded by their fire’s heat