literature

Like a disbelieving princess

Deviation Actions

FireFriesian's avatar
By
FireFriesian
Published:
173 Views

Literature Text

She stands there, an observer
As nations rise, and crumble
Towers are built and torn to dust
Kings rise surely, and are burnt in flame
Never interacting, a figure of solitude
Her cape flutters in the wind,
Along with her hair so short,
Like a disbelieving princess,
And she beckons,
With one finger and the cold face of the disillusioned
as everything happens around her,
and says,
'I have seen so much more.'

There is a queen on a mountain,
Watching solitarily as her army is destroyed,
Soldiers trodden into dirt,
and crushed underfoot,
Never ending advance
Of the enemy, 
Drives a lonely queen
How unfortunate, 
to silently raise her sword
And plunge 
Dying with honour 
into her chest

And her cape, it surely flutters,
Her hair cut short, like a disbelieving princess
And she turns away,
and says,
'I have seen so much more.'

There is a knight, 
leading the futile fray,
and as he is wounded,
Mortally, 
How sad,
He cowardly gallops away,
As the enemy keep engaging,
with his doomed soldiers,
And, on a hillside,
He turns back in the sunset,
and falls off his horse,
Dying with regret,
He is gone

And her cape, it surely flutters,
Her hair cut short, like a disbelieving princess
And she turns away,
and says,
'I have seen so much more.'

There is a soldier,
Deep in battle,
Outnumbered,
And till his very last breath,
He keeps fighting on,
Even as his weapons break,
He raises bloody fists,
So brave,
Even as the blades
Send his armour shattering to pieces,
And pierce his undefended side,
He still will fight on,
For Queen and Country,
Even as he coughs his last breath,
And church bells ring mournfully,
The sun's rays desert him,
As he dies in pain,
And tears flow

And the tears, they surely flow,
Her hair cut short, like a disbelieving princess
And she turns away,
and says,
'Now you know why my hair is so.'

And she turns,
And walks away, as towers fall,
And now you can surely see
How pitiful
is the god of Chronos,
Like a disillusioned princess,
She turns her tears to the moon,
And they doubtless flow, forever and eternity

And the tears, oh, surely they are flowing,
Her hair must be cut short, like a princess that disbelieves,
And she turns away,
and she says,
Engulfed in sorrow,
'Now you know why my hair is so.'
Chronos basically means time.
© 2014 - 2024 FireFriesian
Comments6
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
seaboundstars's avatar
seaboundstars
I like this, it's an interesting poem, with an interesting concept. I like the repetition you use, it really adds power to the poem. The formatting I find a bit distracting, but it's not too off-putting.