"The Wounded Queen Shall Save The King"

The joy of flight
soaring, gliding
Cutting through the clouds up high
An arrow slices
spinning, diving
Death from ruthless waters nigh.
The tears of sorrow
streaming, falling
From a broken, grieving girl
Take up this quest
with love and courage
To save herself, to save the world.
The flight of eagles
proud and graceful
While the ravens watch with spite
Who will help them
watching, waiting
Who will help them fight this fight?
A young man trapped
fighting and failing
With a body, now his own
Submit to torment
drowning, dying
Losing faith in all he knows.
Then she appeared
lost and bewildered
Struggling to save his being
The Fey-Folk praised her
hailing, cheering
"The wounded Queen has saved the King!"