Fortitude of the Queen
What hides beneath the hood?
Of this maiden, fair
The anxiety of maturing?
The ways of this world to be ensnared?
Youthful and cheerful,
Begins for most, but not hers
For she had a childhood worse,
A trial that shatters one's inner being.
Never she cursed or denunciated,
Bold and wise, she stood strong
Upon the throne of empathy and love,
Not an inch of achilles heel she unfurled.
Fairest among all,
Dauntless beyond means,
A queen and her castle,
Of nothing but crumbled debris.
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