I languished within my bereft fortress,
with a twisted carcass and withered heart.
Forever majestic and virtuous;
the sun turned its gaze from my glacial face.
Feeble men lingered within the Tower,
with perverted desires and poisoned words.
Forever misunderstood and denied;
I ruled by wearing what I could not remove.
Toadies whispered magic into my ears,
while intrigue and plots travelled from abroad.
Forever indecisive and disguised;
ambitious men conspired to depose.
Blood Burning
sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth