*laugh*
"So, shall we start?"

long, long time ago in a faraway place
kingdom lay standing tall, full of wrath and no embrace
This country [bad word] by a young girl of just age 14
Though the [bad [bad word] anyone had ever seen

Luxuries were not short, but as far as one could see
servant with the same face tending to her every need
The name given just to her royal steed was Josephine
Anything and everything all belonged to this Queen

Being short on money? There couldn't be such a case
Simply pluck the pennies from the people paying rates
Not a single step can be made to soil her royal stage
Or you won't have any chance to age

"Now, bow down to me!"

Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose
Savage colours staining all where she goes
Pitiful weeds try to force their way out of the ground
Nevertheless, they all wither and die without any sound

Her highness, though [bad word]  still had a captured heart
fine young man of blue was where it all began to start
But another beauty from nearby had caught his eye
girl of green who treasured things that money couldn't buy

Ignorance is bliss, [bad word]  but knowing was her fate
Her jealousy had blinded her and she just couldn't wait
With a whisper to her servant, this is what she said
"I want to finally see that poor young maiden dead"

Thus that night, houses of people tumbled down in flames
Voices rendered silent, this is what the town became
Many tears fell and cries of pain became a prayer
Our lady tyrant didn't seem to care

"Oh, look! It's time for tea!"

Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose
Savage colours staining all where she goes
Doubtlessly refined, the flower sits among despair
Ah, surrounded by thorns glinting from the morning sun's glare

Patience wearing thin, people began to yell
No longer able to sustain peace where they had dwelled
The leader of the pack was a woman of pure red
Fighting though the odds she knew were as thin as a thread

The rage came from that accumulated over time
As if the people counted her each and every crime
Her soldiers stood no chance through their war swept aching bones
So her Majesty was left to face them all alone

The crowds swarmed the court once they had broken through the walls
All within had left the grounds with no meaning at all
Certainly a single girl could not defy a crowd
Captured that day, she had lost her crown

"Your disrespect disgusts me."

Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose
Dismayed colours staining all where she goes
The paradise that she had established at last
Shattered into fragments as if it were broken glass

long, long time ago in a faraway place
kingdom lay standing tall, full of wrath and no embrace
This country [bad word] by a young girl of just age 14
Though the [bad [bad word] anyone had ever seen

Her death was scheduled to be held when the clock [bad word] 3
The bells would toll and from her cage, everyone would be free
The girl who was once the Queen of this country far away
Sat in her own prison, soon to lie dead and decay

Striking sounds signalled that the time [bad word] around
The chiming bells seemed much duller than she had ever found
Staring out at the many who gathered before her
The last words she could manage simply were:

"Oh, look! It's time for tea."

Vile petalled rose, the wilting path you chose
Deceased colours staining all where she goes
Now she's just a story floating as they all observed
The Daughter of  Vice had got everything she deserved