A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry

Emma

Wandering the deserted streets in the dead of the night,

There was not a soul in her sight,

Her light black dress flapping in the breeze,

Smiling with a sense of ease,

Emma walked towards a big black building; to a windowless room,

Knowing that she was on her way to her doom.

This knowledge did little to dither her journey,

Turning she took one last glance at the dark black sea,

And watched as the waves crashed into the sand,

Her life was about to end unplanned,

Carrying the scroll, signing over her kingdom,

With which she gave up her individual freedom.

Walking up the stairs to that cold, cold room,

Death was coming, and it was coming soon,

She would die in the walls of this stone building,

The structure built by her ancestors, who were unassuming,

T'was no castle, nothing like where she lived now,

Little did they expect their daughter to one day become a queen, some day, somehow.

Many years ago, by a lake in a forest dark and deep,

She had watched Prince Hector on his noble bed sleep,

Thinking back on their unusual meeting,

He had greeted her with a smile, his eyes light and beaming,

Love was almost instantaneous....but it had to be hidden,

For loving a commoner like herself, was forbidden.

Slowly he mentioned her to his mother, who was more accepting,

After a while she urged her beloved son to arrange a meeting,

So into that forest by the lake he took her,

To see his darling Emma, a tailor's daughter,

The queen saw at once why he liked her so,

"You are worthy." She exclaimed....."Just so you know".

Emma was elated and so was the prince, who knew at once

That his tentative battle had been won,

So boldly he brought her straight to his castle and announced the wedding,

One and all were invited.....it was truly a happily-ever-after setting,

Many years they lived in peace and love,

With the prince's parents, ruling the kingdom from above.

Until, it was time for their dearest son,

To rule, beside Emma, his only one,

They ruled wisely.....till the end of their days,

And then the prince became a king, once the vows were said,

Had only been a few years into his reign, when trouble struck its first blow,

Netessus, a neighbouring king waged war, a war to make his own kingdom grow.

After days and weeks and months of that terrible fight,

Neither side was willing to give in, the people had little respite,