Iambic Pentameter

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Marie Antoinette's Children

Brilliant children of stars, betrayed are we.

Distrust in sparklin eyes, glares sinister.

Leo cowardly, far away to flee.

Face skeptic, dwells in mind, their prisoner.

Sneering facets of pride mine I ignore.

Howling, brandishing toy swords, bright blood red

They crave. Chased. Slammed door of smiling folklore.

Mob snarls, lunges. To the mob, we are fed.

Mock flowers fill graves. Eyes sob, pour resent.

Restraining doors vanish. Moon singing joy.

Lost song. Spine throbbing, neck strained to extent.

Crowd roars, slicing down comes crescent glinting.

A flash, blinding white, this vision does dance:

Flags wave, trumpets rejoice, the country France.