Madame Guillotine

Madame Guillotine she walks in majesty
Vile jesters fawning at her feet
Madame Guillotine her chamber music-screams
Dark suitors kiss her talon hands
Where tattered banners fly her falcon circles high
Searching out its prey amidst the ruins
Madame Guillotine, cadaverous, obscene
And yet she is again with child
Moss chokes the crumbling tower in this her Autumn hour
Amongst the empty battlements she waits
And when her kingdom falls courtiers and suitors all
Will pass like a procession in the night