Grainy Ambition -Poem

Another roulette of suitors appear,

To bid for my hand like a souvenir,

Their finest silks and gold trimmed arms,

To seduce the kingdom with wealth and charm,

Pour them ale, overflow their cups,

The poison of pride, vanity and lust,

Touches their fingers and drips off their lips,

Powerful gluttons drinking sip after sip,

White foam is emerging from.2 of them now,

The party’s still going, feasting anyhow,

Now 3 or 4 more have taken a turn,

A grainy bit of poison all soon will learn,

Was sprinkled in the chalices of select lords,

They prayed for mercy so it’s given with a sword,

A swift stroke to relieve and ease,

The suffering of a noble brought on by me,

The banker’ s daughter who’s just as skilled,

As the person they’d swindled, my father they’ve killed.