TO ANNA CHRISTIANA THE QUEEN GODDESS
by Hamlet


Frigid eyes that shine like a gemstone
Callous eyes so cruel all alone
Like a harsh deadly flower fully grown
You stand like a hard heart of stone
When others have forsaken their glory
You remain in your power fierce and gory
You rule with absolute power
Your subjects you enslave and devour
The priests allow seven sins to a nun
But your sins they number a hundred and one
Seven ages would never purify
The sins that you gloat and glorify
Terrible nights and dreaded tomorrows
The pleasures of the flesh and their sorrows
O mystical solemn in majesty
O Queen Anna our Lady of Agony!

Your dress so splendid and covered with gold
O land where men are subdued and controlled
O Ivory tower from heaven uphold
O lethal rose so bitter and cold
O palace of glory and eternal fire
O Goddess of anguish and pain
You rule with a passion that’s almost insane
Your lips of lust so rampant with desire
Wild snakes are fed from your breast
And bite hard at your order’s behest
You kiss with your lips that embrace
Your subjects’ lips their feelings displace
You own their bodies and permeate them with pleasure
Their eyes long for your beauty you treasure
No more thoughts of yesterday and tomorrow
No more memories of pain and sorrow
O wise lady who thrives abundantly
O Anna our Lady of Agony

Who gave you your wisdom and erudition?
What beloved God bestowed your ambition?
You were born pure uncontaminated in your condition
What sins allowed you a new birth 
To establish a new Queendom on earth?
Though others die You remain immortal
As all yearn to enter Your Holy portal
Love dies fruits wither and perish
Yet you remain in the power that you relish
You are blessed with a life eternal
Your devotion everlasting and maternal
You prosper with a vigour unending
A Queen with all power uncomprehending
O sweet sovereign of eternity
O Queen Anna Lady of Agony


Would you destroy with all your power
Your subjects who submit and cower
And trample each one like a delicate flower?
You subdue all creation by the hour
What new works will you discover?
What new authority will you recover?
What tortures previously unknown?
Unwritten unheard of newly grown?
What authority flows from your body?
Whose caresses are so brutal and bloody.
So loving in form and yet so vicious
So constant and yet so capricious
Your deadly kisses are like sharp fangs
That creates such agony and awful pangs
You flourish in a state of omnipotence
Of complete authority and excellence
O lady of such total potency
O Anna Queen of Agony!