A Poet’s Soliloquy

Why am I still alive

She’s here then she’s gone

This must be my karma

To watch her head fall

As she takes her last breath

 

I saw her first

I loved her first

She was gold, she was fire

She was cruel and ambitious

And I loved everything she was

 

But he has money and power

I have nothing but my poetry

And even though she chose him

Even though I was unreconciled

I wanted her to live well

 

To some, she was a seductress

A witch who stole the king’s mind

To the king, she was novel and exciting

To her father, she was a pawn

A stepping stone to aristocracy

 

 

When the excitement wore off

And her womb produced no living heir

He sought to cast her away

For she had become an iniquity

A hindrance to his clear thinking

 

Perhaps I am not without bias

Perhaps she could be diabolical

But her love is always true

Why must he ruthlessly debase her

Afflict on their child this terrible fate

 

 

I wish to return to simpler times

When we met under trees

And my poetry was our love song

When she was my muse

Before she was his queen

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