Everything was perfect,

All was fine.

So why did I have to make my husband next in line?

The fame? The fortune? Ruling over all?

But it really doesn't make sense, Scotland is pretty small.

Maybe I was trying to avenge my children

Who were not able to survive this world.

Maybe I just wanted to know I was loved,

For my own lips to form a gentle and genuine smile,

A unique curve.

I do not owe anyone anything,

But I feel like I am deep in debt.

This metallic-like blood that won't wash off of my hands,

'Tis an ever reminding sin I shall eternally regret.