Vanessa

Do not dare call this revenge!
No! Do not write me off estranged.
As driven mad by unwarranted lust.
For this, this is beyond vengeance
This, dear heroes, is justice,
Though played up by bureaucrats
As piracy.
You come here, on a whim,
Charged by promises of spoils and valor.
I fear you've been mistaken,
For I shall not surrender so easily.
Poor fools, led astray by who?
The Bastard king and his party of fools.
Do you not realize who I am?
Whose name and birthright I bear?

We masons, we built this land.
The spoils you squandered,
Borne from our bare hands;
Hands, when outstretched for barter,
Your coffers cried out "barren".
Our priests, our mothers, our children;
Starved and driven out by selfish greed;
We only took what was promised,
Though all was wrought with tragedy.
Which, you heroes sought to right.
And now you've come, misled by lies,
To try to and right wrong once more.
But you heroes fail to realize,
That YOU have come to meet your makers;
As you lay, flailing in silenced dreams,
I'll be the one laying you to bed,
While nailing shut your coffins.