II - Love and WarTHE CHRONICLE OF THE BLOOD-FILLED CROWNII: Love and WarI dismiss the unfortunate prisoner:My father, the old king;Now to fall to his rope-bound death.Soon to scurry in is my christener,Who will pray my good health and sing.For there is none left to defy me, all who were of my homely heath;Are dead, gone or worse.None are around to enshroud me in any curse.Father will be hanged, drawn and quartered.His head a marvelous trophy upon my wall,And his faithful wife's head, by his faithful head's side.Her death was laughable, slow and sauntered.Her face is still lovely I do recall,And on my wall, lovely it shall ever ab