Predacious suffering in your jackal world
has given me cause to despoil your throne
can my treasonous words be forgiven,
will I once again call England my home?
A transparent intimacy distracts
my art and reinvents all things I knew
with newfound bearing in my pirate heart
I gamely surrender my love to you.
Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
with undisclosed magnificence I bring
these soft innuendos, my words discreet,
carefully cloaked and chosen for my Queen
deeply written in a song I must never sing.
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