I have dressed up a poem for the daily word prompt Costume
The sun’s bright sooth shall shineth in the sky
Anon stands the hour of mine own death
Martyr’d in the playth of kings, am I
I has’t seen the carts of death rolleth by
Those who is’t would swim ‘gainst the stream, and yet
The sun’s bright sooth shall shineth in the sky
I knoweth mine own heart shall not defy
And mine own lips shalt proveth nay forswear
Martyr’d in the playth of kings, am I
Let me not seeth sorrow in thy eye
For I be a soul of mine own making
The sun’s bright sooth shall shineth in the sky
And prayers for the living in hearts shalt sigh
I await the sweet glories of heaven
Martyr’d in the playth of kings, am I
Good people beare me witness when I die
For guiltless steps mine journey hath begun
The sun’s bright sooth shall shineth in the sky
Martyr’d in the playth of kings, am I
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