A Princess' Doom
by Siberia

Note: An analogy I picked up from the non-fiction book Sex With the Queen by Eleanor Herman.

Through the carriage window
My homeland pulls away
Unable to save her daughter
From the doom that awaits
Molten tears erupt from inside
As I catch a final glimpse
Of the only world I love
Dissolving into despair

Family and friends now weep
Behind the palace walls
Birds seem to cry out my name
Tall trees droop their branches
Like mourners at my grave
Even humble blades of grass
Wave their green arms in the wind
To bid their princess farewell

Though a child of royal blood
I am still fate's prisoner
Marriage has chained my hands
To a man I have never met
I pray to the Heavens
He is neither mad or cruel
And since I must share his bed
May he be a fair youth as well

I must pledge my allegiance
To a stranger's kingdom
Where nobles and peasants
Cluck in their foreign tongues
My life soon to become
A public spectacle
For the court, and my body
A mere receptacle for heirs

As the horses drag me further
Towards duty and politics
My thoughts echo the words
Of the forlorn Achilles
Indeed, I'd rather be a slave
In the land where I was born
Than be a Queen draped in jewels
Ruling the grim Underworld