Clarence on the wall

The breeze carries a gentle tune as Richard plots, ruffling his concentration and furrowed brow.
Elizabeth pushes back a stray blonde hair as she smiles at her king, though Edward's health is quickly fading.
Lords Rivers and Grey support their sweet sister, perhaps scared for her future.
And Clarence is hidden, hanging on the wall. 
Anne falls for a riddle and a poem, tripping from the tongue of a dog in disguise.
Richard devours another heart and licks his lips clean of the crime.
Edward sighs.
The crown falls to the floor.
And Clarence who was hidden, now floats with the angels.
Queen Margaret, prophetess, shares all though no one listens. 

The children cry, though they know not why.

The mothers cry for themselves, only giving a small glance to the sanity they lost to the boar.
Margaret laughs to herself, their misery her delight. 
Richard continues his plans, green and red. 
Only blessed Richmond can stop his envy and anger, plagues though they are. 
The mother York mourns alone.
The hidden princess is untainted.
Buckingham and Hasting water the flowers on their shallow graves.
Richard fearing shadows, destroyed under the blotted sun. 
And the puppets dance and sing without their strings, leading the players in their mad dance; silence and footfall, their refrain.