Posed To Death

I feel a warm resistance
Beneath the outer layer.
What once moved living organs
Leaks through a thin vaneer.
Blue Blooded royal body,
Elegantly posed to death.
Not speaking, Prince, now are you?
Not breathing one more breath.

Just now a curtain's folding
It falls and lies to rest.
So selfish royal brother,
You've loved your wife to death.
Your ways could not continue.
You'd rule with hateful hands.
I called you toward the staircase.
I caused your violent end.