The Lost Queen
Small silver haired girl
waiting in the tower
chained by her fears
seeking comfort
in her stone cold walls
never wanting to leave
but wanting freedom
all the same
waiting and watching
until one day
A traveler came
unlike the others.
Walking up her steps
instead of carrying
on their way
leaning inside the window
confusion written
across their face
unsure of what to say
but finally stepping inside
the silver haired girl
huddled and flinched in her corner
as the traveler
reached out to cup her hands
in their own
smiling gently
as they stood up
still holding on
gently tugging
until the girl
the exiledx queen
slowly stood up
her chains came undone
fell to the floor with a thud
that echoed
across her
stone cold tower
the Traveler
led her to the window
leading the silver haird girl outside
outside to her
limitless freedom...
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