The Death Of Alda -

Like winter’s grip

On a static and frozen land

She ruled the minds of the people she had poisoned

Like fire’s sweep

With a burning and searing hand

She could destroy anyone who stood in her way

He stood his ground

There was nowhere for him to run

It was too late to regret the choice he had made

She was so sure

She was so certain she’d win that she wasn’t afraid

She went to him

She couldn’t know that she’d yield to him in the end

Six thousand years

Was the time she had spent in sleep

During that time she had learned the secrets of life

He hid his fears

For he felt he was sure to die

He couldn’t fight such a woman and hope he could win

She saw too late

That she’d given her love to him

Now she was lost she would see the end of her work

She chose to die

They’d never meet so she had to leave him instead

He won the fight

He felt he had lost, now Lady Alda was dead