The mad fool remained restrained in the courtyard as the queen said under her breath:
"I am the Queen I am, but fetch the bone, like a dog I will.
Or maybe at one time, but not still. No, not still"
"I am dainty, I am dandy!" It cried as it danced in it's own blood."
Right about then a guard hit the fool with a loud dull thud
"Oaourough!" the pixie yelled with quite a harsh overtone,
as a mercenary threw the fool from it's cage to against the throne.
"For breaking did Jupiter never account; hearken until thy salaciousness overcomes thee;
Scoff not at my vile remarks bare fiend; for from your height you cannot possibly see.
From a height high above, as the bishop grasped the throne;
The Queens heart melted at the sight of the pixy; and she said with a groan:
"Nothing are you, nothing more done; nothing fanaticized about, nothing sung.
As you weep bitter tears, but blank face in past years - your judgement day is here."
The crowd dominates the landscape with frigid, excited abandon.
The fool turned and looked to where the knights were standin'. The hulking, surly mass blocked the sun from the bloody condemned, "Cry, for the loss of a fallen friend. Cry out for me, I am at an end.
And as the hangman led the pixie up the path, to the gallows where he performed his craft;
The wicked wind whipped up and blew hot through the crowd and the pixie went daft:
The end is an end is an end, but hear me well before I die, the queen is a slut and once loved I.
She sucked and served, and twisted into different positions, spread her legs - we did it in the mission.
Every night we coupled and every night she came, until one night when I was off my game. So this is my fate for being a bad date, calling her frigid rumor has it, was a huge mistake.
The queen and the crowd looked on, as the noose around the fool's neck tighter was drawn;
The bishop scratched his ass and started to yawn the floor fell away and the fool's life was gone.
A hush fell over the crowd, not a sound was heard;
save the rocking corpse and the occasional bird.
