In the Lost Queen's Eyes - Comus

In the lost queen’s eyes

Well tired tears from heavy lids

Long has she waited

Warmed only by her worn out sighs

For the king to return from the war

In glory at the fore

Returning from the war

Gone the days his battle triumphs grand

He would return with honor to his land

The people would rejoice at the sight

Tall he sat in his saddle, his armor bright

Awakening his people’s hearts and minds

Oh Queen, his memory felt the bond

Like a fresh warm wind always strong and never weak

In the silent sunlight in the cold frost of the morning light

She sits alone imagining the dawn

The dawn of his return from the war

Governing, he proves a selfish tyrant

There’s a spell, the people are oppressed

Further and further drifts the sun