OUR NOBLE KING

So rest in peace at last our noble warrior King,
your long years of solitude now are gone
your name shall be exalted throughout the land,
as the sladerous barbs of history are proven wrong.

You of pure Plantagenet stock, of royal lineage proud
you were a beacon of kingly spirit brave,
and against the twisted words your reputation stole,
you will rise in glory from that meanest grave.

So rest in peace you proud son of York,
your courage and wisdom did never fail,
through the centuries of the harshest falshoods
you did finally lay the lie of the third Richards tale.