forced into captivity
hurting from
the wounds of
cold betrayal
inflicted by
a man she thought
loved her

bitter tears
framed her face
looking out the tower
looking at he
who will be
marrying another
a decision was reached

death will be
her retribution
and pain will be
her handmaid
calling forth her sons
her plans were set
to motion

unheard, as she held them
in her embrace,
the last warm embrace,
her heart whispered
in cold finality,
'I named you,
and thus
you are mine.'