The Burnt Beauty
the tears of futility rain,
on her beautiful stained frame,
color crimson runs the lines,
of the paths etched into her mind,
but it cant hurt, say those who care?
the relentless laws of pain do not spare,
a lot respect, a lost pride,
The tears that she denied
fear, ambition and passion drove,
a lust of work to a lust of love,
droplets from her eyes course down,
alas the queen abdicated her crown.
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