Kuveni, never did I want to claim
You’re a witch who trapped me in your trance;
You know I was a captive in our game,
A vicious, ruthless political dance.
I only did enact their plot to seize
Your throne and spread a tale not true at all,
A witch you were whose decease did please
Islanders lived with hopes to see your fall.
You were their queen, a beacon in their life,
The guiding star; that was the truth, dark truth;
When you fell prey to my love to be my wife,
They lost their hope; we staged our plot so smooth.
But love my love I know is true and pure;
My hope is that for sure my woes to cure.
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