Lady Lomotte(Last Laugh) Poem by olivia helmes

The flow starts just a trickle
Lust blooming on living rumors
Beyond the gates of fine living she flew
Spreading not only her words but limbs as well
She be not the only one who wants fine toys
Plans made dates set
Many seeking queens favor
Necklace made
Given
Taken and sold
Checks forged
Lust abolished by disguised lover
Truth seeps out in raging size
The seller impaled, branded
The luster even exiled for his advances
But in the end it is sad that the queen did not know it so
That it was really Lamotte the other she that would be watching her head roll