Fourth Queen

And the Thunder kissed the Earth
Two crows called out to remember and to think...

And a single voice, rises above the feast and fear
To shield and to hide, to keep one's mind clear

The song continues, in blue hues
Covered, never beloved, the bard sings
Even to the moment she will lose her voice

Knowledge came to stand at her side
For the wisdom was already hers
Queen who wore dove gray hue...