The orator stated his case
As he tore the bandages loose.
And the ladies of the royal court
Began to shriek most wretchedly
When the picture window revealed
The king’s well-hidden secret.
And on the steps of the canal
The pretty girls in yellow robes
Danced thrice around the toppled throne
While the queen of the Old Forest
Cast sidelong glances at the prince,
Perched in disaffected silence.
And St. Ignatius was making
Deals with lions in the back hall
While Eusebius turned his head.
Then angel choirs soaked in gold
Saturated the air with grace
Begging only that they be heard.
But surely the king will not come
And the queen will survive the Fall.
Ignatius will woo the lions
And go once more to Antioch
Where the dour prince will find his voice
‘Til the flood comes and takes them all.
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