Written Away

Bind me in my sweetest castle,
With no maids, but old words of mine,
Who smile upon my empty need
Of them, and their riches fine.

I'll have no beggars, no dreams misspoke,
Waiting for their release.
The poorest though of commonfolk?
I'll pen them as they feast.

Love, life, day, and night,
And death, not many times.
To live is the trouble,
My restless body chimes.

Fill and fill, this court will fill
With lovely lord and lass.
As queen, I hear none of them,
My previous works, en masse.