Seeking Solace

8

She was once a queen, dressed in silk and gold.

She used to walk down guilded hallways,

the sound of her lover's laughter echoing around her

but now she has traded her wealth and white dresses

for black veils and shaddering windows.

She cries herself to sleep on he streets once called hers,

cast out and deserted.

Her only child buried in an unmarked game;

her husband a pawn in another woman's game.

She was once feared for her wisdom; respected for her beauty,

but that's all over now.

Now she has a stolen sword cutting into her own throat,

her salty tears staining her cheeks as she ends her torture.