Red Roses Owed
She walks its halls within its walls
Red rose in ghostly hands
The rent to be paid when grant was made
Of these Fitzgerald lands.
Six pounds too a year was due
But in the afterlife it seems
Money is dead, but instead
Everything a promise means.
She walks its floors through walls and doors
A single rose around does bring
Word honoured to the crown as she looks down
From a window on a land that knows neither queen or king!
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