On air the Monarch reigns with wings

Floats with joy and peace he brings

He flies around and around this room

Sweet smells lurk, inside his doom

Lured into this trap inside

Forever cursed til’ death shall fly

No where to land and take a breath

This poison burns right through his chest

Panic and pain, no place to lie

All hope has gone

The Monarch died
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-Bryan J. Bailey