Blue-eyed Edmund, we loved you so-- each and every freckle!
Poor, middle child, we understand you
wanted attention, but why did you ever enter that sleigh?
Why eat her poison, no matter the lure of pink delight?
You missed Mother didn't you? That's what you really wanted.
Poor, blind boy, needing more love than we could give.
You swallowed poison to carry your tortured mind to
sleep and dream. Ah, you thought you were dreaming, didn't you?
You went to Death's table but a lion-maned son cut
a deal for your life- one body given for you.
Funny how you became King, all forgotten and forgiven-- But back
in the real world. How are you really doing? How do you live every
day a traitor-king, a Judas forgiven?