She said she loved him. Never. No!

She said she loved him, long ago.
Dressed in white, she had her glow
Leaking spite from every pore.

He obeyed her, as we know
He tried to sleep as curses flowed
She said she loved him. Never. No!

Envy  showed in her decor
She   stole gold chairs and broke up choirs
Leaking lights, tried to destroy

Thomas Cromwell, her hero,
Angels  fled  as she got near
She said she loved them, aha ha.

And  her blood, sceptic it roared
Through her body like a fire.
Pushing spite out through her pores.

She passed a Church with leaning spire;
Got out and labelled it a liar.
She said she loved men, long ago
Cooked with spite, how can she know?