THE DECEIT IN YOUR WORDS ARRIVED UPON A POISONED MELODY. SWEET ACROSS MY LIPS, QUENCHING MY SOUL, PREPARING THE BATTLEGROUND. THAT SONG, HOW IT PLAGUES THE MEMORIES. IT HAS BECOME SOUR WITH DISCORD. I WAS THE PAWN AND I PLAYED UNWITTINGLY, THE GAME YOU ORCHESTRATED AT YOUR THRONE. THE CROWN ALWAYS OUT OF REACH. NEVER KNOWING IT WAS AN ILLUSION. YOU SACRIFICED IT ALL AND LAID YOUR KINGDOM TO WASTE. LEAVING NOTHING BUT THE PAST. THE PAWN HAS BEEN REDEEMED. THE LIGHT OF LOVE HAS BECOME A SHADOW OF HATE. A QUEEN HAS RISEN AND SHE WILL NOT BOW.