The Princess ~ Medieval Queen

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                             Is the castle her home or her prison?
                             Through the latticed glass of an arched window,
                             splendor radiates upon the splendid.
                             The carefully placed cold castle stones warm.
                             There is great beauty etched across the walls,
                             she that stands in the Great Hall mocks it all.

                             A princess looks longingly to the east
                             her heart lingers on the past in the west.
                             She stands and awaits her date with her fate.
                             The princess will soon be queen of the land.
                             What once seemed right and for the good of all
                             has cast a pall spreading through the Great Hall.

                             In a warming light melancholy glows
                             and within the warmth the princess feels cold.
                             Waves of confusion clothed in crimson gown
                             the beauty of her smile nowhere around.
                             Golden tresses capped by a woven net
                             reflecting the rays of her longed for days.

                             A prince had loved her in another time,
                             a time before family duty chimed.
                             Now in a far land neither east nor west,
                             sorrow rests upon lovely bare shoulders.
                             Royalty dressed in the gown of the court,
                             crown in hand thinking of another time.