You’ve never wanted money, power, or even glory, for you delight in simple things, and there’s your tragic story. If you were a girl of strength this might have ended better, but at least now you’re safe again, you’ve been unshackled from your fetter. And really it was a plan too stark, a way to rob your glimmer, for you’d have killed him in the dark, been left a person dimmer. So what transpired you’re unaware, you weren’t privy to the scene, all you heard was of fatal tear, where lay King who once had been. Your beauty is a curse sometimes, but still you hold delight, in all that glitters in the sky, those twinkles in the night. For you are just that simple girl with heart so pure it shines, and while you can’t afford the price it’s for true freedom that it pines.