Beloved Lord Bacon
Queen nobly taken; A Prince of vain might.
Great Virgin the tone, her pride unshaken;
Forsakes Lord Bacon, hidden in plain sight.
His most royal throne, unjustly taken.
Of letters to knit, he displays great wit.
The truth of the spear the people do hear.
A circle does sit, the bard is a hit!
The public does cheer, reaching the Queen's ear.
Removing the blight, restoring man's site,
God he does hail, lifting the veil.
Throughout his dark night he serves the Great Light,
Standing the gale, even in jail.
Yet forgiveness pours out from Saint Germain,
Great Love flowing forth as violet rain!