And the King is Dead

The King is dead.
The Queen is mad.
The Prince is bad.
The Princess is sad.

The Queen is mad.
She kept her looks for killing a sow.
But she lost her kingdom for killing her beau.
The guards saw her end his woe.
She tried to dissuade them with her beautiful glow.
But to them, she looked like a crow.
The Queen is mad.
The King is dead.

The Prince is bad.
It had garnered him great fame
To those little people whom he thought were lame.
They thought passing wind was wicked, when that wasn’t his game.
He believed they just thought this way because of his name,
So he went to see the one with the same.
The Prince is bad.
The King is dead.

The Princess is sad.
The crowd could see the tears upon her head.
For tonight, she must be wed
To a man who must share her bed.
The man would wait until he’s fed
Before breaking her in to her oldest dread.
The Princess is sad.
The King is dead.

The King is dead.
Murdered by Queen,
Prince,
And Princess.
Killed with spell,
Sword,
And heart attack.
Punished by pyre,
Guards,
And memory.

The Princess is sad.
The Prince is bad.
The Queen is mad.
And the King is dead.