The Rays of Royal Hope (A Sonnet in Three Acts)
[Twilight. A parapet. A sword.]
King: Behold: a kingdom lies beneath my sword.
Queen: Expect no miracles. The deed is done.
King: O may we see new things under the sun!
Queen: Long may we live, and may we not be bored.
[Midnight. Darkness. An antechamber.]
Queen: No more, no more, ennui! The cord, the cord—
King: Eh, would you end so soon? We have no son....
Queen: Of light I speak! Please pull the tassel, hon.
King: As you command, so acts your loving lord.
[Morning. A terrace. Coffee and croissants.]
Queen: Now that the sun hath cast its rays above....
King: Let us say "has"—we live in modern times—
Queen: So let us cast our hopes. I sense a child.
King: I hope with you; I hope with all my wild....
Queen: Longings and songs, the purview of my love....
King: You said it well, my lady. And it rhymes.