We were received by King James I and Anne from Denmark
English looked in the like… like exotic jasmines
Enter in the cut erected by the melody, expressive heroine
Melodic of the Baroque music.
To our dignity princely passage, the nobility was dislocated
In the mannerists curtsy’s of the royal palace of Whitehall
Finished the course of the ground recto chequered
We knelt down majestically to the kings' of the world feet.
Then my friend Pocahontas whispered me:
The love is not born, it is inside of us, because both of us know how to forgive
We were, it was, one more rapturous princess to the New World
New life presented in the cut of the flattery.
New World, new wealth
The feats of the hero’s Elizabethan’s, Victorian that will be versified Immortalized. The facts of our heroes will stay ridiculed
Pocahontas died two years later, with twenty-two.
She stopped doing prayers and curtsy’s to the purity of the trees
And eagles that she loved. She sacrifices of the human impurity
Everything! The whole poetry of the life Powhatan in Virginia dismayed.