Lion was I, my
Hands filled with necks of villains,
Whelps before me kneeled.
I … neglected to
Honor my sons’ widow, my
Crown and wand concealed,
So must I rise up,
Claim my misdeeds, darken my
Eyes, my wine, unseal.
Wash my clothes in that
Burgundy broth, with meat fill
My belly, lie, sleep.
