When did you go,
The woman I loved?
Where did she vanish,
The queen of my heart?
In the months that followed your departure,
My heart still yearns for you.
None come close to your light.
My angel, my queen,
You left your throne,
And now this kingdom is falling.
The halls echo with grief,
The throne, cold as death.
The kingdom you claimed to love is crumbling,
And the throne you left misses your warmth.
