Crime must cove crime

A woman of passion married a king,

Who, a widower, had fallen for her beauty.

Consumed by passion, madness in heart,

She could not but love his son, so robust,

‘And wanted to bend the stiffness of his will.’

She began to tempt him with all her assets

And miserably failed to seduce him.

Bitten by the rage, born out of ignominy

Of being neglected and her pride wounded,

She ventured to take revenge on the son.

In front of her husband, she accused him

Of having raped her using his absence.

The king in rage put to death his son.

‘If love will not obey, it must be vanquished,’

The queen beamed, with guilt underneath gnawing.

02.02.2008

‘Rumor fired by woman’s words,

as we know, is quickly spread,

as we know, is quickly dead’