There she lay
In a lonely grave
By the Brook
Unseen and unknown
Till a lonely shepherd
Stumbled upon her
And found her tale
A glorious tale of
Love and loss
Of a royal Princess
The most beautiful
Tormented soul
Soon the stories
Were made
And unmade
Shepherd loved
The dead dame
And his fame
He tended to
The tomb
Soon lovers came
To be blessed
By the cursed Princess
Little did anyone know
Six feet under
Was a sad refugee
Who had lived,
In pain,
Loved,
And died in vain
Little did she know
Her death will give
Her a life, care
And a fame
And not far away
In the grand Cemetery
In an unmarked grave
Was the real Princess
Finally dethroned by Time
Mad Decadence 