April 24th - Rasputin

Jack of Diamonds - Rasputin
3 - Shakespearean Sonnet

The title, though it's silly and Alexandrine:
Ra Ra Rasputin Russia's Greatest Love Machine

What some saw as a rank infectious plan
You safeguarded the heir to Russia's life

The Tsar proclaimed you "Our friend, "Holy man"
And trusted you as husband to his wife

Demanding power in exchange for pleasure

Controlling country business from within

You taught her with your hand on Russia's treasure:

The only path to divine grace is sin.

But even black arts can't o'erpower Time
As Cronos stands poised sickle fast in hand

A twofold harvest fated to be thine

The Furies born from blood upon the sand.
    Though throng of bounty none shall ever know,

    Your scattered seed will never cease to grow.

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