There should clearly be a falconon my outstretched gauntleted armbut alas I am just a convenientperch for pigeons. I don’t even know why I am hereThey call me the Black Princebut my titles, Edward of WoodstockPrince of Wales and Duke of Cornwallgive the City of Leeds no claim to my fameand famous I was in … Continue reading Bronze Reveries