In epilogue we must report
The final fall of the Royal House
Not on account of civil strife
But occasioned by the Spouse
A gratuitous excess of grief
Away the Queen did carry
And so the King was duty bound
Once again to marry
The grieving Queen passed away
In spite of medication
'Because of it', some now say
Yet I have not that information
Events were thus expounded to
The weary population
Who dragged themselves to yet one more
Queenly coronation
Plucked from plain obscurity
On account of a pretty face
Preserver of the dynasty
Of a degenerate race
Unequal to the duties
Intrinsic to her station
The New Queen made a desperate bid
For sweet emancipation
In her haste to quit her role
Its duties and its cares
She struggled with the ardent King
And knocked him down the stairs
His courtiers found him there
Dead at the foot of the stair
The Queen had upped and run away
None have seen her to this day
It was rumoured she was hid
By a Smithy and his Wife
But I could not swear to it
Rumour is forever rife
The Court made haste to search the land
And find a valid heir
Deep within the Forest Grim
Eloise was well aware
I tell you true she lives there now
And simply does not care
To her the precious Throne of State
Is 'Just another empty chair'
For she lives every carefree day
Longing for to be just there
Wed to the Smithy in the Wood
And guarded by The Bear
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