Mayerling, Part 2 of 4
The Lady-in-Waiting's Tale
There's nothing matters, girl, beyond The Ring!
Are you betrothed yet? Me, I'm six months in.
Hussars are handsome. Want to know the truth?
A tale of passion, sex, idealistic youth
and parents crippled by stiff protocol.
The girl? I hardly dealt with her at all,
some minor baroness (Hungarian blood).
At Mayerling, in the Vienna Woods
is where they did it. Yes, I've seen them dance
together. The mazurka! One brief glance
that flits between two lovers tells the world.
His wife was one thing - but he loved that girl!
The night before, there was an argument
between him and the Emperor. He spent
his final night with her at Mayerling.
Oh, how romantic! Since their heady fling
was doomed - they couldn't be together now,
and wouldn't be apart - they took a vow
to end their lives. Poor things. Look over there.
That captain. Is he looking, girl? Don't stare!
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