*From the perspectives of Queen Evangeline and Mr Howard*
My poor young master is desperately ill; there is no change in him
He seems so feverish and restless as if something is happening within
You speak Jane’s name, with a voice so weak, yet so horribly distressed;
You are still extremely frail your Grace, you must lie still and rest
Please try to drink some water, for your throat is parched and sore
I promise that Jane remains safe at her home, don’t worry any more.
I curse the day he met wicked Jane; she has no heart at all
She is the reason he came to this, I blame her for his fall.
I fear he is overrun with delirium, for he keeps begging for Jane
But I know she won’t return to him, or sit at his side again.
Your fever has nearly broken; I see a change in you
You’ll make a slow recovery and be as good as new
I will go and fetch her; yes I will collect your beloved Jane
Then she can sit with you and hold you once again
Your Mother will watch over you, I would never leave you alone
You are safe and sound in your own bed, in the comfort of your home.
©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014