Traitor’s Gate

As the night reveals the moon’s soft glow,
The faint rustling of skirts can be heard on stairs far below.
Ascending platforms emerge from murky depths;
Slowly but surely, something moves on the steps.
Ever faintly, time reappears;
A young queen in gowns, her eyes full of tears.
Youth lost in an age long ago,
Forever haunting the waters below.

– inspired by a spot in the Tower of London where Princess Elizabeth, later Queen Elizabeth I, arrived for imprisonment in 1554 (cover photo by author)

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