The Duke and Duchess

The Great Dining Room radiates with the warmth of the candle’s light

Each plate and fork and knife and spoon placed in perfection.

Such blinding beauty that even the ghosts could not take back the night,

And there sit the Duke and Duchess in argumentation.

The Duchess yells before the meal is even served

The Duke refuses to listen, only rising in frustration.

No matter how many points she made, he sat there, seemingly unnerved.

The time came when the Duke threw the plate, immediately feeling condemnation.

Her body collapsed to the floor, blood seeping into the red carpet.

He hid her away by the time the first servant came out.

No one got a chance to see her broken carcass.

Days pass. He walks outside. The people hear and then they doubt

They drag him out into the street

And he is killed there, his body just meat.

He looks up from his food and then says yes.

She’s right.

All she wanted was some food for the peasants.