Lady Godiva, The Raven

Upon a midnight drear in coventry
she sat so weak and weary, and confused
the noonday next would prove the truth to tell
humiliation or the opposite?
a heroine for all the town behold?
or just another lady goat to scorn?
the war to rage in mother endland dear?
her efforts prove futile? or glorious?
the noonday sun oer coventry did rise.
and history was made that summer day.
immortal born for history behold.
and she would be forgotten......nevermore.

soon to be published anthologically via world poetry movement