An arrangement made / Far too young
For Eleanore’s hand / a marriage plan
Her Pater made the choice / secretly agreed
An aged Squire / monies sealed the deed.
With land for a voice. / Eleanore had no choice,
Wardrobe chose, trunk closed./ Her parents she begged,
A luncheon to seal the deal/ they gave her as a chattel.
Diamonds bought success/ Her heart fluttered like a bird.
Without manners or finesse/ Tore away her innocence
Removed the bridal dress/ her cries no longer heard.
My second attempt at writing a Cleve, if unsure of what a Cleave is, or if you would like to read part 1 of Eleanore please click the link.
let me know what you think, or if you have tackled one yourself.