Do you hear that calling
In the midnight hour?
Can you hear the lonely crying
Of bitter tears so sour?
Far beyond this place,
Hidden from the seen,
The restless King of Hearts
Awaits his absent Queen.
Her throne lies cold without her,
His heart no warmer still.
No soul can truly fathom
Their burden or their will.
They wear their masks
Before the world,
Concealing all they’ve been.
These are the days
Of the healing Queen,
And her broken King.
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