On the roof,
Sat a bird,
The bird was silent,
As the smoke soared,
Burning building,
Screaming souls,
Oh how nice,
Regalia was,
The park now frozen,
The lake a sheet,
The Regalians skate,
As if to ignore defeat.
The bird that sat,
So far up high,
Watching the horrors below,
With uncaring eyes,
"Oh where."
"Oh where Spirit are you?"
Regalians ask,
The Queen answers only,
Only with a lie,
One no one believes any longer.
The rebels plan,
The rebels scheme,
Rothburg's men and women,
Remember before,
When the Emperor had the throne,
When their families were at arm's reach,
Now the armed men and women,
Plan their attacks,
Plan and plan.
On a grave,
Sat a bird,
Feathers black,
Black as Deathling blood,
On the grave,
The bird sat,
Singing in its mourning voice,
Of the ones that fell,
Of the ones that burned.
Oh how nice Regalia was.
(if you've read the Freedom Cell speech, I wrote that)
