NLMR
I warned you, darling,
begged you, really:
“Never let me rule.”
But fate is cruel
and so, sweet fool,
you sought to elevate me.
Thus, now—betrayed—
I sit arrayed upon the throne
with you knelt at my feet.
Regina incōnstāns:
This is what you’ve made
of me.
All these people ought to flee
and not take chances
with a Queen
supremely fickle
in mercy—who on a whim,
will shift between
a PARDON and the g u i l l o t i n e .
... Yes, when heads roll,
it’s naught
to Me.
I feel no guilt,
only e m p t y .
It’s as I feared;
it’s true, you see.
Power corrupts absolutely.
....