Still continuing on with the Theodora of byzantine, There was a secret history written by Procopius, the court historian..

I got this concept from listening to Karn Evil 9 by ELP.. and part of the court of the crimson king. not as eloquent or as abstract as I would like. But I've only been writing seriously for about a month..

this is more structured to odd time meters 9/8 and 6/8, rather than the standard 4/4. except for the outro.. which to resolve it's 4/4 .. Unfortunately, Suno, doesn't give you that option, so I have to make do until I learn how to work a DAW.

this isn't folksy, it's not meant to be. it's meant to make you think, which is the point of prog rock.. to experiment, get out of the box. be unique, be different, to escape into the abstract. to scratch an itch in your mind.

[Intro]

[Rolling drums]

Welcome, welcome my friends, do come and stay

We've got quite the show, please come this way.

We got it all, power, lust, greed, and oh,

Its guaranteed blood will flow, and it will flow

[Verse 1]

This is where it gets juicy, from what I'm told

Please listen carefully, as the story unfolds.

You see, she is not who she claims to be

From what I've read in the secret history

[Verse 2]

Although I should be clear and to be fair,

There are other accounts that came to air

As we all know, and for this, I'll let you deem

There are two sides in this story, so it seems

[Orchestral solo]

[Verse 3]

But for this tale, and this I'll hold steadfast,

In the darkest light, to this tale I'll cast

I'll stay very true to the secret history

Or as close to possible, as I out to be

[Verse 4]

In the dark of the night, under moonlight's glow,

Her hips sway gently with the soft winds' blow

With her black soulless eyes, your soul she'll take

She's cold and sly, like a venomous snake 

[Chorus]

A humble seamstress in the light of day

To the god of light, she devoutly prays

As the sun slowly fades into the horizons regress

She rises from the black, the harlot empress

[Verse 5]

Their eyes lock across the dimly lit room

A new romance, a newfound love set to bloom,

He's a man of wealth, an emperor to be

He's a mark to her, somebody that'll set her free

[Verse 6]

Ascension to power came quick but not clean

Swift blades and bribery, it was quite the scene

In the shadows is a silent witness to it all

Money and whores, and watching the bodies fall

[Orchestral solo]

[Chorus]

A humble seamstress in the light of day

To the god of light, she devoutly prays

As the sun slowly fades into the horizons regress

She rises from the black, the harlot empress

[Verse 7]

Harboring whores and monks in the palace walls,

Justinian, as noted, remained blind to it all,

Well, from what I've read, so it was claimed

Or maybe a blinds eye, for him to defer blame

[Verse 8]

Interfering in matters of state and secret deals

All funded by unclean hands, fates were sealed.

Oh, an impalement or two, that can't be true,

for this, my friends, I'll leave up to you.

[Electric Guitar solo]

[Chorus]

A humble seamstress in the light of day

To the god of light, she devoutly prays

As the sun slowly fades into the horizons regress

She rises from the black, the harlot empress

[Verse 9]

Sad or not, you'll decide, was her fate

Taken out in her prime, we all can relate

Was it cancer or by divine retribution

God's hand or by Satan's execution

[Outro]

[Spoken]

This story, like all stories must end,

With this thought, to you I'll send

Conspiracy theories hidden in plain text

Can mire the true when taken out of context