A Little More Than Kin A Little Less Than Kind
How shall I describe thee?
A Little More Than Kin A Little Less Than Kind?
A viper turned Cobra with the murder of a brother?
With poison meant for prey, thy sucked him dry like a leech
Taking from him, his life, his crown, his love, his family
With whom you treat with such disdain
That only those not blinded by lust and adoration
May see through you ruse
You married your sister,
Your Queen,
His wife.
Hardly more than kin, certainly less than kind.
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