The Baroness
The land was barren of hope and desire
and she was it's queen tonight...
The glowing beauty she once shared with her kingdom
covered beneath the rubble
The land demanded of her to conceive and revive
but she was too far gone
Barren not of the womb but of desire
to subject new life to this fire
The fire that raged and consumed
and stripped away their glory
The fire that would always burn
as long as the world kept turning
I am, she cried, simply what I am…
Broken, Bruised, and Dyeing
There’s no use to conceive a life
in a mind that’s always crying
I gave my all, I paid my dues
and never was it enough
So I remain a Baroness and always will I be…
The Baroness in a Barren land
to a kingdom that would never be.
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