The Queen and King

In the dark, in the locus of bale
A hand will show upon you in the abyss
Take it and you'll be in a sheer bliss
Then it will tell you a shroudy tale.

There were once a queen and king
They were lights, and darkness were nothing
White is all that she is wearing
Her wounds and scars are not showing. 

Little did the king know, the shell has been broken
Her soul broke free and the king ready his warden
She wonder around while the king is behind
She turn and the king kneel with the warden in hand.

Once again she returned to her sense
She accept the king and herself
The queen and king is now loved by some
People showed pity when the lier is gone.