The Last Plantagenet


Who dares disturb my sleep
Fingers my bones
Peers into my shattered scull?

Was I deformed by god?
Or defaced by a scribbler’s pen
What truth will conform to your fantasies?

What death is fitting for England’s king
in a harlot’s bed, on treasons block?
No, with pride in the van of battle.

Cast naked into a hole
Without the dignity of a shroud
To cover my torn flesh

But rather forgotten
In a humble grave
Than to lay in the company
Of these Tudor usurpers
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King Richard the3rd, the last English king to die in battle. His remains were found a few years ago, and on whom Will Shakespeare did a real hatchet job. Though he had a good reason for doing so because the Tudor Queen Elizabeth 1st was on the throne at that time and as the man said ‘Never upset a red head’