The People’s Princess

And here she was without the ring,
Standing cold and waiting still.
Astute again one would think,
Dressed for war but in pink.
The men grew tired, and
remained unfazed,
But once again she opened the gates.


Crowds echoed in titter tatter,
She looked though, nothing mattered.
The gates had been opened once before,
Her brother was buried in the snow.
A young girl was first to come,
Then a boy with family on run.

As her keep extended arms,
She garnered more praise
But conundrum arose
in catastrophic haste.
Once again chanted hymns
Of hatred, and unforgivable sin,
Bit by bit entering her skin.

She was calm, she was still;
Her death had arrived when she first walked in
Never again, she promised. Never again it was.