while the servants rounded up the tea
and crumpets, I studied in my library, ancient
texts by some of the lesser known  poets.  Of
course I read Shakespeare and Wordsworth,
Blake has crossed my way,
Keats is a mainstay.
I sat in my Tudor Mansion  staring out one day
the stain glassed window
tried to find a certain book.
And it crossed  my mind,
it had not been written yet.
So I took my quill out,
and scribbled this,
I just remembered it.
I wrote it back when
I was regal and renowned
throughout the valleys and  hills
when I was called
LordVango!
Another life
another day
a world envisioned
a fantasy.