Solemn Sovereign

Lissome, silhouette shadow Gliding the long winding stairs Iridescent gown changing glows Flowing, silky bright black hair Breezy, damp cold but warms Fresh, sweet fragrant perfumes Lingering aura full of charms Scent of a flower in bloom Head with jeweled, ornate crown Standing firmly in a dreary hall Failures stubbornly shut down No one heard her pleading call Endless, lonely morning walks With a love that struck her blind Inane, unromantic shallow talks A hollow life, a fixed knot that binds Eyes closed on conscious mind Beating heart bleeding copiously Options she chose to leave behind A love slave enchained by destiny In truth, a tiara pricked with thorns Messy hair, rent from too many pulls Black and blue, her dress is torn Every night she’s beaten by the bull She’s like a wind that circles a room Doubting an escape from a little hole She chooses to stay despite the doom Ignore the abuse, her clan must be whole!