Anna/ Anastasia

Anna Anderson, died 1984

Grand Duchess of a lost day,
Of the sunlight in birch woods
And snowdrifts of imperial words…
My name is Anastasia,
My father was the King of Shambhala.
History: an illness of the blood,
A Fabergé egg,
Containing forbidden Easters.
I am a guest here,
In this haunted house,
This memory palace;
Like Caspar Hauser,
Like the Man in the Iron Mask.
What is this curse upon me
That brings grief and pain
To all around?
You will kiss my hand
And bow to the Queen of the Dead.
My every command you will fulfil.
Papa, look, I have made you a snowman
Out of tears.