Elizabeth
A dream of a woman in white.
The pearls against her breast
Cascading from elegant hair.
She is a modern goddess.
My fate lies in the palm of her
Loathful hand, but I speak too soon.
She seems to love me
Takes me to her chamber.
Wishes to see every part of me…
Before she lets the executioner’s axe
Fall where hours before her rose lips
Suckled.
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