Crown Of Thorns
Cloning the emperor,
assuming the throne
knighted impostor,
unregally grown
With hell for a kingdom,
his scepter ignites
flames burning memory,
a mirror’s delight
The queen held for ransom,
a prince in his bed
jester on fire,
all subjects rebled
A rival approaches,
the bishop a swan
his guillotine royal
—beheaded in song
(Beaupre: November, 2021)
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