A Falling King

Dear my dearest of dearest of friends,
My emotions clear to thoughts un-spoilt,
For on this dawn of days to be remembered,
I have but gods to lament ones love,
For to love my farther all,cries Venus Vain!,
He hath to face the arrow splintered,
Under this fair due: I siege thy shaft to France’s heart

The gorgon queens: The gulf once amiss,
Wailing provocation, half out-drawn pedigree,
Silver tongues lay bare: Slightly slither,
To a totem of power, once a king.

His blood pressed upon wine-glass lips.

I shall return to lands forbidden,
When seen fit: To a man of wisdom,
Kent. To seek guidance on outcomes of sins untold.

I must bid farewell, I sail as queen of France.