Treason Poem by Kim Schilling

Beyond the hazy mist rising over
Perfusion of colors paint the scene
Undulating fields of green and clover
Periphery to the realm of the Queen.

Full of piety were the Queen’s loyals
For anything else would be a grave sin
Was the way of the world to the Royals
She would have the irreligious man’s skin.

In full panoply rode the brave young knight
Pathetic pagan in old patchwork rags
Was said in the parchment to give him fight
Passion erupted and raised the Queen’s flags.

Hunt went forth to prevent treasonous acts
Caught and slaughtered with many brutal hacks.


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