Excerpt of Queen II (Trails Of The Empire, January 2001)

A poison essence calms my dread.
As princes follow in soundless room.

What daemons pad, what pharaohs ghost?
I send my lyric unto the plague,
that in the morrow I shall host.

A reason to survive this tattooed wreck
The princess follows in darkling dress,
her silken loom.
"What reason do I in the morrow host?"
My learned, prophet's soul emotes.

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