As darkness descends upon the estate
and patrons are safe in their beds,
one handmaiden stirs.
The linens, she says
must be clean for tomorrow,
but treachery and deceit
lay on her cherry red lips ,
her hands soaking in red,
thick water in a basin.
Her sins; a difficult task to wash away.
her accomplice, lay ripe with blood on the table behind her,
still wet with betrayal.
her victim, the king’s ward,
so trusting and true,
slowly rots and wastes away;
a young life now ceased to be
for one unruly handmaiden
just could not bear
the thought of her darkest secrets
embedded in the mind of another,
whose lips so reeked of heart and integrity.