Bloodlust fueled by vain desire,
Power unchecked and ignored.
In your eyes burns endless fire;
I'm sorry that you were so bored.
Your boredom boiled into rage,
While I stood back and gazed.
You seem like a leopard in a cage,
Now more so in your last days.
I look back now, to find
You should have stopped with peasant girls.
Elizabeth, you put us in a bind,
With your giant blade that twirls.
Your iron maidens, sewing shears,
Bits of glass, and candlesticks
Brought about both death and fear;
Neither one too slow nor quick.
Your vanity is overwhelming.
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