Realization
I’m thinking about you now,
Smiling in sweet memory,
It’s funny that I didn’t know,
Just how much I cared for you,
Until just a short time ago,
I guess my heart was too caught up,
In old memories, in times long past,
But now I know I care a lot,
My heart is still beating so fast,
As it does when I think of you.
I haven’t felt this way in a while,
And it just feels so exquisite;
I never thought I would again,
Now I can’t wait to talk to you,
And know that you are grinning,
Being just as silly as I am being,
You are a very special person,
And I am so glad to know you,
And be so close to your heart,
As you are so close to mine.
Prisoner
Bound and gagged,
Shut away in darkness,
Wearing nothing but a thin shift,
Hearing the squeak of rats,
The drip of stale and dirty water,
The harsh cackle of other prisoners,
Who have slowly gone insane,
Her skins crawls in disgust and fear,
Tears threaten to blur her limited sight,
But she grimaces and stops them,
She has to stay strong, stay brave,
Cannot let them get to her, break her,
She sits up straighter on the floor,
Manacles digging into her wrists,
Sharp ears catch the hint of a sound,
And she waits for the guard to come,
For she knows it's for her he's here.
There's a squeak of rusty hinges,
And the cell door creaks open,
She winces at the bright light,
That comes from the guard's lantern,
As he pulls her roughly to her feet,
And pushes her ahead of him,
Down the halls, up many sets of stairs,
Her legs grow weary and she stumbles,
The guard throws her over his shoulder,
Impatient to be finished with his job here,
Sparing not an ounce of sympathy for this girl,
And then he reaches his destination,
Knocking on the door and setting her down,
Leaving the same way he had come,
As the door's opened and she's pulled inside.
Hurried into a small guest bedroom.
She is stripped of her scant clothing,
Then handed into a bucket of water,
Her dirty skin scrubbed clean,
Her greasy hair washed until it shone,
Then she is dried off, given new clothing,
Worse even than those she had worn before,
Clothing that the town whores did sport,
She looks down at herself, flushed, ashamed,
And then she's ushered into another room,
This one obviously some sort of master bedroom,
Where a man is lounging lazily on the couch,
An incredibly handsome man is he, half naked,
Perfection that could only have been,
Created with the aid of quite a lot of magic,
And by him she is told she is to be his wife,
For it is time that he had some real sons,
Hot just a whole bunch of bastard children.
She has stepped out of one hell right into another.
Originally posted by vaya_the_elf
Reminds me of the book I'm reading. Well one of them
Lost Innocence
A small sigh echoes through the empty corridor,
As the Lady of the castle stares out at the sea,
Dark and forbidding in the dead of night,
There are no stars for her eyes to gaze upon,
And as she seats herself on a wide stone bench,
Resting a hand upon her swollen belly,
She feels tears sting her eyes once more,
And she is glad her husband is away at war,
So he will not see her nearly fall apart,
As she tries so hard to keep it all together,
Day after long day, night after long night,
But it is just so hard, and she is still so young,
Not having even seen her sixteenth year as yet,
That will not come for awhile, during Midwinter,
And by then she will have had this child,
This baby that she does not want to have,
But that her husband insists she must give him.
He wants a son, to be the heir to his estates,
And more than one son if he can get them,
So he lay with her many a terrible night,
After the day that they had been wedded,
Taking this virgin child to his marriage bed,
He, a man nearly three times her own age,
And although he had tried to be somewhat gentle,
He is a large man, and she only a petite young girl,
And she cried long and hard after that first time,
Scared and angry and bewildered and ashamed,
As he came to her again and again, until he got her pregnant,
And that night she had almost thrown herself off the tower,
Wishing that she had never been picked to come here.
And now she grimaces in pain, clutching the bench,
As the baby gives her a good, solid kick in the ribs,
Then she experiences a sudden explosion of wetness,
And water soaks through her dress and drips down her legs,
As she sits there, highly confused and extremely embarrassed,
She calls out for her long time serving maid, her friend,
The only person she believes she can trust in the whole castle,
And she comes running to her, hearing the panicky fear,
And the uncontrollable trembling of her Lady's sweet voice,
She sees what has happened to her, and gets her to her feet,
Helping her stay upright with an arm about her slender waist,
Telling her that it is time, that the baby will be coming soon,
But she cannot believe what she is hearing, and does not want to,
It is much too early for that, and she is not yet ready,
But the baby is ready to be brought into the world.
And she gasps, doubling over, as she feels the first pains,
The signal that the birthing has already started to occur,
She is taken to the previously prepared Lady's Hall,
And is told to keep walking back and forth, back and forth,
As the pains become stronger and stronger, and she cries out,
But the agony has only begun.