Crowned Dead Queen
“Agora é tarde Ines é mor”
Ire, Revenge clouded Pedro‘s heart.
Death separated the lovers apart.
Seeking a punishment to fit the crime,
Heart pulled from one’s chest,
Heart pulled from one’s back.
Those who wronged him were mourned in shrouds.
Love was a weakness in the realm.
Souls died, lovers whelmed.
Ines de Castro’s tears stained the river.
Thy tragedy crowned dead queen shall live forever.
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