Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
had I not but known,
the fate that was to await me
if I stayed here, in this royal bed chamber
then things would go the fate I was handed
but if I left
wondered out and closed the door behind me
then perhaps life would be different. Thus, the King called for I and none else
like he could think about no other except me.
And I obediently embraced my fate
and he took his full of pleasure
until the product of this 'love' grew and came
then he had no interest
and moved onto the next girl like me
and I was disposed of
like I knew I would be.
Elizabeth Evans
Written by
Elizabeth Evans  Leeds
(Leeds)   
422
   Ellen Bee
Please log in to view and add comments on poems