I am the victim of history,
The Tudors’ convenient villain,
Maligned through the generations
For my alleged deformity.
The winners distort reality,
Basking in self styled glory,
Creating a heroic narrative
In a litany of half told truths.
I am the scapegoat, take all the blame.
The princes in the Tower. Bad luck.
Children died young. The Tower was damp.
Clarence was given to excess,
Never could hold his wine,
A fatal stumble in the dark.