Titania's Lament

Queen Titania of the Butterflies.

A name once belonging to the fairest in the land,

With golden hair and silver eyes,

Your majesty was unrelenting.

Once you thrived in the nation of spring,

The birds and the butterflies danced around you.

Now you lie in an empty pit,

Surrounded by blackness, the fires of hell

And the forlorn screams of the lost.

Your beauty was great, but so was your cruelty,

When a traveler came along,

Fell asleep in your garden, lulled by cricket song.

Was it really such a crime?

Such that you ended her life at the tip of a blade,

Made her into a stew for nobles?

For though the meal was quite delectable,

Your madness was clear for all to see.

Oberon, the good king,

His heart weighed heavy in his chest.

When he saw the carriage take you away,

To your eternal prison in Mt. Inferno.

And as you listen to the demons surrounding,

Shrieking, shrieking in pain,

You vaguely hear a message.

"You deserve all of this."

And you understand it all.