Blade Maidens: The Hunt – 08

Fifty-five ships sail the Scarlet Sea
Holds filled with warriors, proud and free
Fifty-five flags, soaring on the breeze
Raised in the glory of their Bloody Queen

Beaten and scorned, she once was a slave
Pain was her fate, with lash and with stave
But no one could break her, freedom she craved
With knife under dark, she brought them their grave

Fifty-five ships sail the Scarlet Sea
Holds filled with warriors, proud and free
Fifty-five flags, soaring on the breeze
Raised in the glory of their Bloody Queen

One ship became two, and then two became ten
No force could stand ‘gainst the queen and her men
She shattered their chains, then gave them a blade
A promise of home in the kingdom she’d made

War-Queen Galthea, first of her name
None left alive who may doubt of her claim
Slavers and masters, they cower in shame
As she sits on her throne, never to be tame

Fifty-five ships sail the Scarlet Sea
Holds filled with warriors, proud and free
Fifty-five flags, soaring on the breeze
Raised in the glory of their Bloody Queen

– The Bloody Queen’s Ballad, a common Kilzean shanty