IPedastal

Here Upon this thrown I lay.

Young and Kept without dismay.

Birthed I just was from my mother's den.

The kingdom croans for thee has died within it's pen.

Though my mother gave me this life..she took her own

So easily gave up this fight

My father hates me for I fear he thinks I killed her so

His sweet angel who once frolicked from to and fro

And if the king hates me I might as well demise.

From those crazy ratchet demise eyes.  

I lay Upon this bed of mind asking thou up there for mercey

Yet still he show me not a speck of courtesy

Young I may be but old I am not

I am in between worlds

Look Upon as a mere little trot.

I dream of family romance with my father.

Only man in my life there is no other.

So here Upon this pedestal I lay.

Wanting for the counsel's play!

KNOCK me down a couple a inches

Yet I am always on top..don't get it twisted