Captive Queen, Evil Appears Beneath Thy Stolen Crown (1) Poem by Captain Cur

Captive Queen,
Long have I sought thee, ageless one,
Thy kingdom to weep for and gaze upon.
Thy fortress crumbled, flags and standards shorn
Our people erased as if never born,
Our names forgotten banished for all time
Worse than human death is the death of pride.
Walls, ancient gilds hallowed in sacred ground,
Land, our forefathers bled for and died upon.
Thy reign has withered, the grass dead and brown,
Evil appears beneath thy stolen crown.