'Do you dare to be King, do you dare, do you dare'
Rang out a mechanical voice in the Blackpool air.
So I dared my husband, until he rose to the bait.
Little did I know, I would lead him to a deadly fate.

The ride sped off, on return he wore a cheap crown.
The ride soared off again, eventually coming down.
But when it returned, my husband was not there.
That Blackpool ride had claimed its 'King of The Fair'

The last time I saw his face, it still terrifies me today.
It was motionless with fear, pale and death like grey.
His eyes bore right through me, soulless and black.
My screams went unheard, I wanted my husband back.

Nobody believed my story, it was now many years ago.
Each year I return every night, to that fairground show.
I search each night for answers, hoping to ease the pain.
Met with lies and secrecy, my search has been in vain.

Now my story is almost over, my tale is nearly complete.
Now I sit on that same ride, and I tremble in my seat.
It speeds off into the sky, nobody can hear my scream.
I hope it keeps me too, and I'll be the fairgrounds Queen.