The Lord of the Manor kept his secrets,
locked within the dark recesses of his cheating black heart.
There were many mistresses, trysts and love affairs .
Yet, without shame he avowed to his Lady his undying devotion,
eternal fidelity and love for her and her alone.
As he looked deeply into the black mirrors that were her obsidian eyes,
he swore let death take him if he were ever untrue.
Morgana was versed in magickal arts.
They say the eyes are a window to the soul.
When she looked at him, she knew what to do,
she saw retribution reflected back at her in his empty, lying eyes…
And thus, his Lordship came to his final resting place,
not in the sumptuous marital chamber within the Manor House,
but in ignoble and unhallowed ground.
Buried under the weight of the cold cruel earth…
and his own mendacity.