Chapter 15- At the brink of death, I knew
Now I bring you the great poem written by Beatrice Lannister. In Eleanor Beckett's prospective. Their great complicated story. Shorten into a few hundred words.
The great story of Eleanor Beckett
" At the brink of death, I knew
Death looked me in the eyes
Whispered in my ear, I'd lose a few
Death stared and said it never lies
Abusive, Drunken husband
No shock he died, Alcohol poisoning can rid so fast
Time of death, Time of birth, and
I thought even with my past
Alcohol father, Abusive father
He would try to make things last
But instead he bother
Known maiden, secret love
Childhood best friend no one suspected
Because we wouldn't be placed above
She became hung
Around a willow tree, daisy rope
Eleanor's face was said to appear in the sun
Once the rope became tight enough to choke
No, we'd be burned alive, we'd be named infected
Tiny infant
Created from lies instead of love
Although she was extremely loved every instant
She came in soaring from a beautiful dove
I connected all of these people
Planted a tree and let it sprout
But eventually it overgrew, something meant to be gleeful
Only became a deadly pout
This story is one of betrayal, love, hurt, and release
We'd soar into the sky as a raven
Happy, free and deceased
All because of discrimination."
- Beatrice Lannister as Eleanor Beckett
Surprise! this was a tragedy, there's also a second story! feel free to check it out.
It's called deuxième round :) and it is mostly English, with french translations.
Word count - 276
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PoetryEver since Eleanor Beckett was a kid, she had been in love with her best friend, now maid Beatrice Lannister. Her husband Jonathan had no clue...until one day he catches them in their romance bubble. This type of relationship is known as star crosse...
