The Triumphant Return
Upon the castle rampart the king awaits.
Messengers on horseback gallop through the gates.
Espied upon a far flung moor
Is the one, the only, the maiden adored.
The Queen returns from the frozen north.
Awaken the people, light the torch.
Make haste and prepare a feast.
Bring in the harvest, kill the fatted beast.
Hang garland from every painted pole.
Announce it to every living soul.
The tempest clouds are gone, the sky is blue.
The heart of the kingdom beats anew.
Her procession nears, the pathway clears.
The trumpets make their sound.
The Queen appears, her subjects cheer.
The court gathers round.
The King, in his charm, extends an arm.
Together they ascend the throne.
All is well, the people can tell.
For the Queen has finally come home.