SleepShe's goneAlone, forgotten, bereavedYou have your golden world But it did not lastHe's stillBloody, small, lifelessMiscarried of your savior It will end soonHe's angryPassionate, selfish, uncaringYour heart once ached for him As his did for youShe smilesSubtle, quiet, waitingYou threatened her But she takes your placeEyes closedWeary, exhausted and usedDeath will rock you to sleep Time to rest
Sir Loyal HeartOnce there was a princessWith red golden hairSmart and ableShe was quite fairAt two she was betrothedSomeday she'd be queenBut alas, her princeHe died at sixteenThe story does not endThis prince had a brotherAnd smitten with her beautyThis boy wanted no otherHe made her his queenHe played his partHe was her young kingHe was "Sir Loyal Heart"Now fairy tales like thisDark eyes can eraseWhen that loyal heart changesFor a new pretty faceThe mistress took controlWhat power she wieldedThe princess's throne lostHer jewels sadly yielded"Sir False Heart"With tears she pleadedHis love had gone coldH