She passed the halls of our salon
With grace and steady steps
Then entering the room below
To darkened maze of drapes
She was the favourite of Madam
And met her there each day
They'd scheme along just out of boredom
With wine, pretense and sway
My mind still young, though I had learned
That lady was no simple royal
She's queens pet peeve adored galore
Beyond what I could pass as loyal
She brewed the mischief from the salon
And people used by her were seldom
The things conducted in the shadows
Were madder than the ones in gallows
Alarming was the ring she wore
But red that shimmered brightly
The ring belonged to duke before
And wasn't passed down lightly
The rumours told of great demise
Which took the life of duke, which took his ties
This graceful woman took the reigns
With power chilling blood in veins
She sought for war, she sought revenge
The guilty could not flee, or change
Downfall was what had been played out
And all at fault were killed about
She took the heads, she grabbed the hearts
There is no path without pained arts
Such power gained was her great work
And now she's scheming, as a perk