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Funeral For A Murdered Princess (Sonnet)
Who curtsies to her who is like the princess?
Only the cackling coos of the commoners
Only the laughing liars who treat her as less
Can speed her on her way with their horrid whirs
Only mockeries for her, no tales or tears
How can she sleep with so much noise?
She’ll lie in her bed for a thousand years
She won’t be allowed to rest with her poise
Whose candle burns in her honour?
Not in the hands of family, only one friend’s
That friend hopes that the princess’ wound mends
The friend watches the coffin get its mar
She cries a heartbroken tear, slumps her pose
And leaves her dearest a bloody rose
poem
by
Lenore Lee
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