Dear Mentally Insane

Elegant Hands Commit Treason

Nails the colour of deep red wine;

Long fingers encased in jewelled rings.

I've never seen you look this divine;

All dressed up to kill a mighty king.

Drops of blood on a manicured hand;

Nails filed with a rusted pocket knife.

The lengths you went to, to rule this land;

Now you have threatened your life.

Nails chewed up from endless worry;

The blood still stains your elegant hands.

It's too late to lie and say you're sorry;

I've already heard of the execution plans.