In the center of a maze is a mistress of desire
telling tall tales circling a pyre made of fire
(’cause that’s what they’re always made of, son)
and the tales, they twist and turn and are never done.
This mistress, this maiden, she leads the land in yarn
as she spins fable after legend without any kind of warning.
The stories keep on going. They twist every day.
Lacking reason, rhyme or treason, just the mistress’ say.

She’s changing the fiction,
how it all went down.
Just what it was she’d meant to do
and how red the town
was painted in its aftermath
and the weight of her crown
and she in all her glory,
and how bright her gown.

This is the story of Lady Christie Lee
as told by Christie Lee
to all of thee.
She is the bee’s knees,
as I’m sure you all agree.
I hope you are quite pleased
and will come to the next of these
– as commanded by decree!

She came to power early through great bravery and dare
though there’s clearly little question of the people, how she cared.
Yes, Great Christie was crowned young and came to power soonly
though because of the land’s dangers, it proved quite opportunely.
Christie Lee, according to herself, was quite a warrior.
In fighting the state’s enemies, none could have been more eager.
She took to sword, she took to shield, she took to horse, she took to ride.
She took them down, She took to conquest well with allies by her side.

She handles the legend.
She manages the books.
Christie Lee tells them what happened;
she describes how it looks.
The country’s enraptured
by all her details.
She controls all messaging
by controlling the tales.

This is the saga of Queen Christie Lee
who told it to me
and informed you three
whom I’m sure will agree
to disseminate speedily
by land and by sea
through air and past tree
to everybody!