The burden he bore
Gave no time for refute
He’d been given a job
One could not dispute
And poor Lady Jane
In her ashen condition
Seemed far beyond
Any hope of volition
Not a single wish
Could change her fate
The course was set
Her breath too late
And the Lady in wait
Sorrowfully reclined
Pearls in hand
No peace of mind
The room stood still
As time captured the end
Poor Lady Jane
Not a soul would defend
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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