In the style of Annabel Lee

In times and times that have gone by, 

     In the cliffs by the dark trees, 

There was once a female ruler that unified

    The kingdom of Louise; 

And the citizens that lived had no other ideas 

     Than to respect and respect Queen Cadiz.


The citizens were young and she was young too,

      In these cliffs by the dark trees: 

But they respected her with a respect that was beyond respect— 

      She and the kingdom of Louise—

Along with a deadly respect that made King Emeloth 

      Crave for the kingdom of Louise along with Cadiz. 


Now this being the reasoning for her eternal rest, gone by,

      In these cliffs by the dark trees,  

A sudden plot was unfolded, to burn down 

      The kingdom of Louise; 

So then Emeloth’s men came and burnt the kingdom whole

      And burnt her down to cinders and all, till Cadiz 

Found out and drove them away with her remaining army

      In these cliffs by the dark trees. 


King Emeloth, having a direct and dying desperation for Louise,  

      Went after the kingdom of Louise and Queen Cadiz—

Right!—that was the reasoning behind this (because all his generals

       Knew, in these cliffs by the dark trees)

What a brilliant fire there was out of the dark forest, 

       Choking and smoking the kingdom of Louise. 


But her love for her country was greater than even the love

        Than that of a father to a son—

        Than that of a mother to a son—

Not even King Emeloth or the kings of the Labov 

         Or the Goddesses of the Moons one by one

Can split up the lives of the people in kingdom of Louise from Cadiz

         Like the generals in her army and the fight they begun: 


Now the wind never howls, without giving her shivers of things afoul

         Like the generals in her army and the fight they begun; 

And lightning never strikes, without striking her mind of the fights

         Like the generals in her army and the fight they begun;

And here, Queen Cadiz rests and protects a wrecked sight 

         That was her country—her country—her home and her daylight,

         By the gravesites in the cliffs, touched by the moon—

         By the bare land and gray graves by the darkened moon.