Compiègne Eloy

A fatal plan emerges
Still held in secrecy
The army, now disbanded
By strict royal decree

We all are disappointed
We wonder what goes on
The royal dispositions
Are hard to understand

We're on our own
We're left alone
In a tempest of time
Our destination so far
Becoming shady, bizarre
In ambiguity

The king, complacently
Amid of adulation
Surrounded by
Hypocritical nobility

While he enjoys his leisure
Appointed confidents
Negotiate infamously
With fraudulent burgundians