Poem of a Dead Queen

[Markus Hans Trovis]

Here she lies a maiden fair


Broken, weeping in despair


Longing for her lover


What to do? what to do?


Her diamond eyes in tears


All alone in her dreadful fear


Longing to be in her lovers arms


One more time... One last time.


Oh woe is me, Oh woe is me


Please Find my beloved King


My darling Dear


Can you hear... can you hear?


I've lost my way to him, can you not see


as I fear it all seems unclear


Please... Save me.


Oh my Porcelain do not cry


Your king awaits for you in the night sky


Do not be afraid


Do not stay in the grave


Fly, fly away


Oh my porcelain, what is your tale?


Was he kind and loving or did he fail?


Please tell me more, did you love him so


Do not despair, oh maiden fair, your love will grow


Oh porcelain, do not cry its nearly day


Please stay a while, you're fading away.