The Fugitive King

RINGMASTER
And high above
Homing in the restless sky
Rooks, melancholy, proclaim a schism between
God, sacred, and the Crown, profane
Between the heavens and the King
The dark horizon cracks a crooked grin
Admitting one small grain of change
Then two, then four, then bit by bit
Then tock by tick
All the old presumptions hove in range

KING
The King is afraid that his kingdom is slipping away

QUEEN
The Queen pines for the good times at Versailles

KING
He works on his locks to the sound of the ticking of clocks

QUEEN
The children play in a garden that's ringed with steel

KING
They wanted to visit St. Cloud to be able to

KING & QUEEN
Breathe in the air

OFFICER
The National Guard forbad them to leave