And even though you are a child of Fear be not a mother to Strife.
Let the weakling with the wheezing breath behind, stand tall as staggering Life!
Remember not solely the half of you that fills you with doubt and dread
Hold on to hope, a royal bequest, even though your Queen lies with the dead.
The foul impostor that posed as King took a shard of your innocence with him,
but your beloved's heart is tuned in-key and beats to your sweet heart's rhythm!