The Knife Within His Back

The knife within his back
the stinging within his spine
the shame for my queen
not of hers, of mine
I feel as a puppet pulled by the strings
left with no choice but to dance
miles away surrounded by kings
partaking of many
lies told the truth known
the shadow grown
the kings of the fort there are many
drinking and laughing with my queen
at nights fall when all has settled
she awakes with one or more strange kings
no love to be found not looking for that
the lies of numbers a fatal flaw
my men march and see all
the truth was told I know most not all
a chance to tell all
a choice to lie
trust now broken
this king made to fall
many miles away he sits and waits
a queen she is
did she choose to partake
a puppet I have been not knowing what is true
a love that has now by lies been cut in two
the knife in his back the tingle in his spine
no pride to fight that left behind
a king made to look like a joker in his own court
let the truth arise come to light
let the king know most of all
his love runs deep deeper than most
therefore this pain will forever be his ghost
the knife within his back the tingle in his spine
the queen’s truths can not be left behind
so many knights at the kings court
so many stories to distort
may the truth shine bright like a star
let this king know his queen and her for who they are
the knife within his back the tingle in his spine
the blood that drips dripping all the time