Armada's Goal Poem by udoh etido

Queen of scots;
why envy her lot;
Queen of scots;
do not join the plot.

Albion is great;
lies with the one you hate;
Imperial crown;
deceives your eyes.

The papal vouch for thee;
your heart is angry;
A crown so late;
rule Albion's fate.

Queen of scots;
horses do not cry and weep;
A signet of glory;
you crave and gloat.

Castles abound;
made worse by your sight.

Leave Albion's chest;
flee her decks;
Queen of scots;
the 'morrow' knows your lot.

An executioner's glory;
to revel in thy folly.

Mary of scot;
eyes will never be blood.