Whispers of a Queen in Westminster

The silver horse has cast its weary light

Its coat, forever tangled

By the lies that it weaves

By the dreams it deceives

 

Where, praytell, does my beating heart go to fly

when instead it finds itself rejected, dejected

but never truly resurrected

Diamonds are stones

And gold is dust

Only love prevails

–Queen Elizabeth Woodville

 

 

 

 

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