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Mary Stuart
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye.
Mary Stuart, Queen of the Scot,
Hereby challenged, is your lot,
For Celtic, you are not.
So our Queen, you cannot be,
Without that personality.
Mediterranean are you, you see.
Furthermore,
Mother of our race, is not your right,
As your crimes, have come to light,
Against your children, dark as night.
As any, true celt will know,
The duty of parent, is to show,
Kindness, so that they should grow.
Hidden, was the truth,
But 'tis time, for all to know,
In, God's court of justice,
Be it so ....
When married to your, French husband, king,
In the arms of Darnley, you were dallying.
A visitor, to the court of France,
His own plans, he did you en-trance.
Pregnant, you became,
And filled with shame,
You fled the French court, your life in tatters,
Your husband dead, having lost all that matters.
Seeking safety in the Scottish realm,
From those in France, at the helm,
Against you, and your deed.
You as Queen, they did not need.
Gave birth, you did, to twins, who knew?
It would seem, very few.
The girl, you sent that day,
By your chambermaid, far away,
To Balmoral, for other ends.
Lightning and thunder. Frightening portents.
And the boy, you took that day,
Into the garden, he was to stay.
And him you did slaughter,
Severing him from your daughter.
Beneath the statue, of the angel of mercy,
Who gazed down, on your act of insanity.
Washed away, in the rain.
Did it assauge, your pain?
Then you buried him, under a tree,
With the dagger, so no-one could see.
But it didn't end there.
Another boy you did bear,
Who met the same fate,
Because of your hate.
Mary, Mary, ghosts are real,
And one, your soul will steal.
As to your daughter, plans you had.
"She can help me kill! She can be bad!
Queen of England, I want to be too!
Killing Elizabeth, she can help me to do!"
But soon you soured, "She will not do it!
Then, her fate is sealed! She will rue it!"
And what of James? Rumour has it,
You had a thing for him, isn't it?
For these reasons, that we mourn,
The Scottish title, from you will be torn.
To you, we will no longer be subjected!
Hear you now, you are, rejected!
Katherine Stuart
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(c) Katherine Stuart 2015
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