Just Eleanor

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NOTE: Not 1D related. These characters have no affiliation with Eleanor Calder or Louis Tomlinson. This is actually the story of Eleanor the daughter of the Lord Dale.

Just Eleanor Copyright © 2014, Dana Robertson (DanaNewNovember)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

This poem is an introduction to the story: Just Eleanor.

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The fairies were perched in the trees

Danger lurked in the depths

The songbirds no longer sang their cheery tune

And one had to always watch their step

Not far from this dreary land a cheery castle gleamed with light

Its halls were always filled with song

Outside of the glimmering castle stood a small abode

It was dwarfed by the large throng

A small family lived in this serf's shack

No longer did they live in the castle bright

This fallen family had lost their prestigious place

Because the old noble had left the light

Now only the mother and her fair daughter lived

Banished to a life of toil

The girl longed to once again be a fair maiden in the courts

No longer forced to work the soil

So she set out to see the castle

Filled with Lords and Ladies for  the ball

To her uncle the earl to whom her family was a vassal

The maiden, Eleanor, went to call

Dearest Uncle, will you help us

My mother is dying

What will become of me

Shall I be left to crying

My father paid dearly for his crimes

Why should we still suffer in shame

So your sister has sent me to your castle

To regain fame for our family name

My mother would like me to attend the ball

Since we have done no wrong

To betroth me before she dies is her wish

So I will have somewhere to belong

I have heard your please said the earl

Since you are my sister's daughter I shall show you grace

Some fine knight will want to make you his wife

As soon as he gazes upon your face

Eleanor was taken to the wondrous ball

Her gown shimmered in blue

She danced with her suitors

And several left her a clue

Nobles elegantly bowed

To the fairest of them all

To think that the poor maiden shimmered 

And became the Belle of the Ball

                  -Dana Robertson

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