Her father sent her off to wed
the husky son of a hundred counts.
He took her in his arms, she bled
her credentials out upon his bed.
Six strapping sons, three dead at birth
four daughters later, the silence mounts
a siege before what’s left of worth;
the sea, the sky, the endless earth
Somewhere beneath the castle floor
the masons are bricking the crypt of counts.
The catacombs are quiet once more;
just the faintest echo behind a door.
Posted for Magpie Tales~#59
Image: La Gioconda, by Leonardo da Vinci, c 1503-1519, Oil on poplar
Leonardo da Vinci [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons