Death to the King

Wasn't it lovely when people would sing,
Everyone would shout death to the king,
We'd all come out and march down the street,
Upon the palace gates we would then beat,
When the gate was down we went inside,
We caught him asleep he couldn't hide,
We dragged him down to the guillotine,
He kept shouting, "I am the King",
We strapped him down, everything grew quiet,
The king was scared, he couldn't hide it,
The blade slid smoothly through his neck,
His blood splashed down onto the deck,
We buried him without a casket,
But there lay his head, still in the basket.

Happy Memories

I wish I could turn back time,
Turn back to the happy moments.

But time didn't stand still,
it ran faster than I wanted it to.

All I have are memories,
Unforgettable feelings.

I wish those moments would come back soon,
Because there's nothing else that I'd rather like.

Am working on a spell right now,
To let time freeze somehow.

Hopefully with time frozen,
My life will enliven.