Kit’s

Tune

Once, the Queen ruled these lands.

Singers of magic wove tales most enthralling.

Our joy ended with the Night of Flame.

The Queen and her assassins murdered our people.

Fire raged in the Capital,

brought forth with every movement of her lips.

The King outlawed our music

His dogs are on the hunt

For any trace of the fox which brought our kingdom to ruin.

Some say it wasn’t her.