The Death Of Alda
Like winter’s grip
On a static and frozen land
She ruled the minds of the people she had poisoned
Like fire’s sweep
With a burning and searing hand
She could destroy anyone who stood in her way
He stood his ground
There was nowhere for him to run
It was too late to regret the choice he had made
She was so sure
She was so certain she’d win that she wasn’t afraid
She went to him
She couldn’t know that she’d yield to him in the end

Six thousand years
Was the time she had spent in sleep
During that time she had learned the secrets of life
He hid his fears
For he felt he was sure to die
He couldn’t fight such a woman and hope he could win
She saw too late
That she’d given her love to him
Now she was lost she would see the end of her work
She chose to die
They’d never meet so she had to leave him instead
He won the fight
He felt he had lost, now Lady Alda was dead