Inspired from my walk to Hampton Court Palace ...

 

The cobbled stone path concealed a mirror,

Reflecting the footsteps of a bygone era.

On the grounds of Richmond upon Thames,

Stood one of English history’s finest gems.

The grandeur of architecture that once welcomed royalty,

Now stood barren, amongst its tranquillity.

 

A king’s history of questionable demeanour

That would bring death to those who would dishonour

The man of six wives,

Of half that lost their lives

On account of ill fate, betrayal and conspiracy,

As this was no age of democracy.

 

Behind these closed doors,

Echoed the silenced secrets of war, bloodshed and turmoil,

Now buried deep within and underneath the soil.

 

An idyllic reminder of what we have today,

Was once a man’s dream from yesterday…