022 - January 22 2024 - the barons of geyst

the barons of Geyst draped in furs
rose in the days of the old king
and sired a child of such allure
that of her grace the bards would sing
from one orb to the next

misfortune alas was her fate
she fell into a founder’s hex
for broken vows and love misplaced
and all the anguish war effects
were sadly to be hers

the vicedauphin of her own world
a promised groom since she was young
with shifting politics conferred
although her helpless heart was stung
unto another bride

no sustenance would she partake
and never would her tears subside
from sorrows that no words could slake
as to her chambers locked inside
in silken sheets she curled