Good King, Great Queen
The night descends upon the kingdom of Gaa
As the king prepares, in his chambers, for his night
Upon summoning the queen for all of his desires
He is confident of success for tomorrow’s fight.
Meanwhile, in Sura, a king, too, has a thought
Preparation of the battle is what he must do
Sleeping? Loving? No! That’s not for him.
For the King of Sura is but a shrew.
As the sun is descending and the moon now appears
King Wexle of Sura prepares all his men
To surprise King Rabba, in neighboring Gaa
To kill, rape and plunder again and again.
Now, back in the chambers, Rabba and the queen
Two lovers together, harmonious indeed
No thought of tomorrow, no not at this moment
For, as in love, together, they always succeed.
But, alas, there’s a sound! Thunderous! Explosive!
With screams of some men, they jump from the bed.
Surprised by the attack of the men from Sura,
They must now fight or suffer their death.
The queen had a plan to gather all her men
Through tunnels, in darkness, they followed her lead
Rabba, with his men, held back the attack
While the queen with her men escaped through some trees
Now, Wexle, felt glory, thinking now was his time
Rabba, he thought, was to already have perished.
The queen and the land, all now will be his
For property and goods are all that he cherished.
As Rabba advanced with knights by his side
The queen had her knights surrounding the rear
Wexle, at a loss, had gathered his army
The look on his face was of shame and of fear.
In shameful loss, Wexle, at that moment
Reached for his sword, knife and a shield
Proceeded to run and attack the queen
But she was a fighter and would not yield.
With a display of fighting, forever unrivaled
The queen took her sword and swung to the left
Wexle was surprised and on his feet, stumbled
As she plunged her sword right in to his chest
Rabba had come in with thoughts of a victory
Unknowing his queen had secured that for sure
Looking to see the face of the enemy
He then looked at her, a face that was pure
He knelt before her and requested the honor
Of hugging her there, in front of her men
With a nod of her head and the dub on the shoulder
He jumped to his feet and hugged her just then
Into her ear he whispered the following,
“my love, for you, my kingdom I give.
Without you darling, there’d be no tomorrow.
Without you darling, I shall not live.”
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