Jezebel was bathed in perfumes of all kind

So much more than she'd ever seen in her life,

Getting ready for the wedding to the king of all men

She forgot to think of her family,

The ceremony and banquet was a feast for jezebel

She'd never experience such thing, nor so beautiful,

She finally was a bride; she finally could be called a wife

Her own family was beginning to form,

After long hours of feasting, jezebel began to droop

Never had she ate so much, or drank this much wine,

The king stood and took her hand, blushing she followed

Feeling different because of the wine,

Her husband led her down the hall

Past many rooms in his kingdom,

Jezebel felt small against everything here

The only thing she care for was her king,

Solomon looked at her with such adoration

She felt loved, protected,

Coming to a stop in front of a chamber,

Servants opened the doors and they walked in,

Jezebel never knew what lay ahead

But she trusted her husband,

He turned to face her

And with such passion kissed her senseless,

Walking up after a blur of a night

Jezebel smiled looking at her sleeping husband,

He was hers and she forever his,

Nothing could separate her from her king,

Awakened by the morning light

She lay in her husband's arms,

Her heart busting with joy

At the delightful change in her life,

Looking out the window

At the village in the far distance,

And remembered her family

About them not attending her wedding,

Anger sparked inside

As her husband awoke

Smiling she leaned down and kissed him

Her problems faded away, only her husband remained,

For a week jezebel felt like a queen

Her elegant life starting to take place,

As she was getting reading for bed

A servant came and told her to follow him,

The servant led her to a different side of the castle

Jezebel almost giggled that the king wanted to meet her

Somewhere else,

To her surprise the servant opened the door to a room,

This room was simple not like the kings room

Walking in jezebel expected the king to be waiting for her,

Instead the door was shut behind her

A knife piercing her soul,