Image by Joseph Cosby | Her Dress
I can no longer live my life
And not be cherished as your wife.
A wife to soothe your every care.
To twine her fingers in your hair.
A wife to feed your hawks and hounds.
A wife to lay her body down.
A wife whose body is weighed down
By your children, hale and sound.
To bear your children, fair and bright,
To hug and bless and kiss good night.
To keep the watch ’til morning’s light
Is my Queenly duty and my right.
But since you’ve proven cold to me,
No babes of mine ere will you see.
At the ringing of the morning bell,
I’ll be in Heaven or in Hell.
I yearn for Heaven or for Hell.
It matters not where I am bound.
And short lives for your future wives
And cruel deaths to your hawks and hounds.
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