Letter to the Queen

My Beloved Queen,

I shall not even think to write this, though I know I must.

As the feeling of death is thrusted upon me, consuming my flesh

And my heart is plagued with certain unrest.

As young girls, we exchanged letters in the dark.

Speaking freely from the heart, cementing such a bond.

Now drifted apart, I long to speak as freely.

May the lord let these words open thy heart.

My gracious sister, have I not been a faithful and loyal servant?

Even attending mass at your command.

Did I not defend they throne, defeat thy enemies?

Still thou has condemned me to this tower.

The heavens once clear and blue, now a dark abyss clouding this realm.

Demons dressed up as men, spouting scripture, and devouring the righteous.

Relishing only in death and destruction.

What hast thou unleashed?

I cast my gaze upon the people from above.

I see how this “holy” mission has perverted this once glorious realm.

The fresh air, polluted by the aromas of burnt flesh.

The piercing screams echoing throughout the land.

My Queen,

Read my plea and hear the cries of thy subjects,

Whom has thou left abandoned to chaos and corruption.

Restore freedom of though and peace to this realm.

Your loyal subject,

Elizabeth.