Some time ago,
there lived a Queen of spades,
full of grace, glamour and glory,
her hair twisted in beautiful braids,
but her King of spades,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
Wouldn’t look at the queen twice,
no matter how much she would try,
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row,
she’d carve their faces and ruin their clothes,
to look the best, she felt no remorse or sorrow,
As the King gave her attention,
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do,
She sits near, In her rocking chair, Forward and back, alone,
as now her infidel partner is into someone new,
Instead of maids or pretty princesses,
she trapped All the king's horses and all the king's men,
She cut off their tails, With a carving knife,
allured all of his army into her bed then,
She called the dark powers to aid her revenge,
from Up above the world so high,
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
Came an answer to her cry,
She asked for a hell to unleash onto him,
her calls were answered,
but she didn’t specify her safety,
the world still remembers that hazard,
Ashes, ashes,
they all fell down,
if a fire lit by herself,
she lost her love, broods and crown.