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I was a princess of sorrows and I died far from home in a hotel room that I had not left for a year. My heart remained in Persia, and found no home elsewhere. Yes, I was loved, but that did not save me from the darkness. It was not an assassin's bullet that killed me but my loss in the misty agony and pain, from which I never found a way out. I was also buried in a foreign land, and I was never allowed to see Persia again. Poet's note. Leila Pahlavi, the daughter of the Shah of Persia, died young of an overdose and was buried in Paris.

What a tragic end. Not in itself. I had fought many duels. It was logical  that the last one on Blackriver would be my fate. There was too much gossip about Natalya's relationship with the Frenchman. The Frenchman hit me hard, in the stomach, but I hit him too. Natalya hit me in the heart, I forgave her for that, but in the two days that I still lived, I managed to say goodbye to everyone. A note from the poet. Alexander Pushkin died after the duel.

I only did what I was told. I had to hide behind it, because there was no other option. Emotions have no part in this. I considered myself an official of Death, An architect of destruction, but I don't want glory for this. Who would? I have no regrets, I only did what I was told. Poet's note. High-ranking Nazi Adolf Eichmann was responsible, among other things, for transports to death camps during World War II.

Was I a crazy king, a dreamer? They gave my crown to my crazy brother. They thought I was crazy, but how crazy is it to love beauty, to build beautiful castles, which people admire centuries later, to sleep by day, to live by night, to live in the embrace of sweet melancholy, alone, without formalities. Yes. Such a crazy king was I. Poet's note. Ludwig II was a very special king of Bavaria.

I was a beauty without equal, but my beauty did not save me. My mother locked me in a dark closet. I died even though I lived in all that dirt and smell, naked and ugly like an animal in a cage. My crime was to fall in love with the wrong man. I brought shame with my madness. The century changed and I knew nothing about it. My love kept me alive, but not in my mind for 25 years. When I saw the light again, my eyes could not stand it nor my soul nor my love. Poet's note. Blanche Monnier lived locked in a dark room for 25 years.

Paradise is lost, I, Judas, know. Christ asked me to betray Himself. I betrayed. I threw the silver coins into the temple. I hanged myself and my filthy life was over. But I still live, in all men lives a Judas. All betray their ideals in the end. They admit that they are Judases before they acknowledge that Love concerns all beggars of mercy. Poet's note. Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus.