Nobility and chivalry
A dim and distant memory
A hollow King and his barren Queen
Frustrated posterity
Nine months of hope had come to this
Princess Eloise
Then the Queen had breathed her last
Her husband to displease
He raged against his blighted life
He raged and cursed his absent wife
He raged against the little one
'But that she had been a son'
He raged against poor Eloise
Doomed nevermore her King to please
Without the wall another cry
A mother worthy of the name
New-bereaved and mourning
Sobbing cries her grief proclaim
Her husband murdered in the gutter
Naught but anguish will she utter
And her baby stole away
A mean and petty debt to pay
Forsaking town and house and home
And all that once she called her own
Empty handed to the Forest Grim
She flees reciting the names of him
Him that's dead and him that's stole
And none will dare to her console
The King looked down upon her plight
From a window atop a flight
Of stairs within the castle dark
He blindly stared and did not mark
How she stumbles, weeps and grieves
How she passes out of sight
Enfolded by the forest leaves
Swallowed by the bitter night
Self-pity leaves no room for grace
Upon the monarch's stony face
Eloise must keep her peace
And always keep an eye that's dry
In a castle such as this
The hated child may not cry
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