Anger from her lips
Hatred through her mind
All is dnagerous
In it's own kind
Bearing grief
For the lose of the dead
She places her hands
And bows her head
Tears a flow
Her spirit weak
Crys that grow
Redemption shall seek
Her eyes bloodshot
Her flesh pale
Careless to love
A forbidden tale
She swallows the pain
For her states' needs
She can't give up
Hearing their despeate pleads
Through the halls
With silence a near
She wipes away
Her one last tear
The crowd hushes
As she takes her place
A moment of wisdom
a silent introduction
When it's through
She inhales with pride
Oh! How remembers
Becoming the states' bride!
Interesting story, I like this. Full of mystery and suspense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done, Beautifully written!