These dreadful days
Blood spilled by heresy and lies
A swordsman’s blade
Or the fire’s eyes
All the same to dusty death
Spirits of cold righteousness
Demand their place
In darkest history
And all the reigns of kings
Just men
Emboldened in their hearts
The craven politics of opportunity
Court parades and dances
A pageantry to artifice
The cruellest cut is secret
And plotted in dark corridors
That lead to the ruin of innocence
Or the discovery
Of malevolence
In any case the walk’s the same
To gallows or to flame
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Excellent, Sis!! 🙂
Thanks Sis!!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
And 460 years later? No changes to the politics 🙂
Very true!! Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Unfortunately, the nature of human nature does not change…
wonderful write Sis xxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
Politics is dangerous… it is these so-called highly noblemen playing a gamble of life of others.
Man is cunning… and nothing can be done about it.
Great write! 🙂
Very true, politics is a dangerous game indeed! thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Alas, that politics is predicated upon machination and subterfuge! An excellently written, insightful piece.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Yes, the cruelest cuts are often the secret ones. All the plotting and pain …
Very well done. 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂