Buried Alive
My carriage hit a stone; the horse had reared and neighed.
I lie here scared and all alone; I know I should have stayed.
It happened O so quick; I was leaving her majesty’s ball.
The devil’s walking stick; as I am confined here in his thrall.
I lie here scared and all alone; I know I should have stayed.
Took leave from her majesty’s throne; and now the price is paid
The last thing I remember as the carriage took its spill;
Was the glowing ember… of the prince’s stately thrill.
Took leave from her majesty’s throne; and now the price is paid.
My fingers bloodied to the bone and my senses dimly fade.
Confined within this tiny box; breeds the horror of no escape.
A blackened dungeon without locks, the lid my nails did scrape.
The last thing I remember as the carriage took its spill;
It happened O so quick; I was leaving her majesty’s ball.
Was the glowing ember… of the prince’s stately thrill.
My carriage hit a stone; the horse had reared and neighed.





















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