And the Queen said to the Wolf –
Place your hand in mine. Do you feel it? The morse code beating in our scars.
A declaration of our independence. Your energy and mine becoming ours.
You said to give you the signal when ready, so here is my decree:
Discedite a me maledicti in ignem æternum. As the Wolf knelt down on one knee.
The masses will be asleep tonight but we’ll ride out, my King
And as the Queen was leaving the chambers, you can hear her softly sing
Swing low, sweet chariot. Sweet dreams of pas de deux.
Swing low, sweet chariot. Pontifex mortis is coming for you.
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