Richard the Third
The last English king to die in battle
He fought to regain his crown and grandeur.
A 'bottled spider' with a mere rattle,
He's a 'hellhound' with no inner valour.
He couldn't skillfully use the weapons.
He was an alien to the art of war.
He had murdered his brother's guileless sons.
The label 'villainous hunchback' he bore.
Ambition, like a crown, was at its peak.
Deep down, he's a masterpiece of deceit.
What else, except lies, could he ever speak?
With acts of goodness, he could not compete.
Though he's one of Time's finest creations,
Hasn't he shaken all moral foundations?
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