A/N: I know it has been a long time since I last updated anything of any kind, but I am losing my muse and trying to find my way back into writing, and I think I am now, but not for my Dumas' fics, unfortunately. But on the better news, I wrote this poem for the anniversary of The Three Musketeers forum. I was finally able to finish it and upload it.

Basically, the idea of the anniversary was to write a fiction in honor of Dumas fictions and I came up with an idea to lilgenious that maybe we should write about one of our favorite characters in one of his books and write either like a short story or poem or novel about him or her that makes them a likable character. I choose the Duke of Buckingham, naturally, and I wanted to write a poem in both the fictional and historical figure's honor because I felt there was more to him than what we know of in history or books or the movies.

Hope you enjoy it.

I Am Known As

People are always fooled

By an outward appearance,

Never truly seeing what is on the inside, and

Judging too quickly when they see

Something they do not like.

When people look at someone,

And see all the good deeds they have done,

They think that this person

Is perfectly flawless, never seeing

The flaws they have. And

When people look at someone

And see all the bad deeds they have done,

They think how evil this person is, never seeing

The goodness they have.

I am one of those people

Seen as an evil person.

I am very well known for

Being flamboyant, a show off,

That in the end, I only

Make a fool of myself.

They do not understand.

I need the attention, I crave it.

It is the only time I feel wanted

In this lonely world of mine.

I am known to the nobility

As a screw-up. I tried to

Make peace with a hostile country,

But I only made things worse.

Rumors go around me

Like fire, saying that I am

Queer and a lover to our beloved king,

But they don't understand

Why he consults with me so much.

I understand him, he understands me.

I am known to France

As the lover of the queen.

I have a wife and children, but they

Don't complete me like she does.

She entices me like no other lover,

And I want to be with her forever,

But society keeps us apart.

My conscious tells me to be cautious,

Never let myself fall

Into her dangerous game, but

She gives me the love I crave.

I am now known to the world

As a corpse. My body is dead,

But my soul lives on. Better to be

Alive in body than in spirit,

To constantly yearn for love,

Something I cannot achieve in

The spiritual world. My soul yearns

For love even in the afterlife.

I yearned for love yet never

Achieved it, so I die with nothing

In the end and my soul suffers

For all eternity.