We were royalty,
that's what you said.
Held together by loyalty,
and a crown upon our heads.

The king didn't love his queen,
but his queen was lost in the stars.
Reality was not seen,
and they began to fall apart.

His rose bush was high,
covered in thorns.
But he still lied,
and the queen was covered in scars.

His thorns hurt her,
but she didn't know.
He put the thorns there to lure,
to see who else would show.

The king saw a maiden,
his queen was stuck in thorns.
There was not much to say then,
and the queen was left to mourn.