Sometimes when he’s fast asleep,He can still see them all –So different yet so alike,They still make his blood run cold. He sees her all young and proud,No silver in auburn hair,She prays and she speaks aloudIn Spanish- and she’s still there. She dances with ease and grace,So vibrant and full of life,She’s all goldenContinue reading “The wives/Henry ‘s dream”
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To A.B.
I wonder why you wouldn’t let me go,Why haunt me through the darkened space?I wonder why you follow high and low,The past I can’t wholeheartedly embrace?.. My headless queen of pain and woe,My queen of scorn, reproach and hate,You’re always there, too bitter and aloneTo fight again with your dark fate. Your eyes still followContinue reading “To A.B.”
Bring up the bodies
Bring up the bodies,The hour is nigh,Bring up the charges,The papers and spikes. Bring up the bodies,The lovers, the Queen,Bring up the charges,So rarely seen Bring up the bodies-No one will objectBring up the charges,The words to inspect. Bring up the bodies,Obey your good kingBring up the charges-He’s there, in the wings. Bring up theContinue reading “Bring up the bodies”
Ah! Do not grieve
Ah! Do not grieve,My gentlest heart,For my ill fortune,Or my reckless tongue. Ah! Do not grieve,Ah! Do not grieve. Ah! Do not grieve,My flighty museHas left me longTo tarry in despair. Ah! Do not grieve,Ah! Do not grieve. Ah! Do not grieve,My bleeding heartHas loved too muchAnd would prefer to die. Ah! Do not grieve,Ah!Continue reading “Ah! Do not grieve”
Into the Unknown 