Solemn Entreaty

Dirty, tattered and torn flowing dresses

on the princess of a fallen kingdom.

She runs around darkened corridors

barely lit by flickering flames.

A dazed look in her eyes

searching for her long lost joy.

The broken flesh on the soles of her feet

are testaments to the passages of time

that she's spent wondering.

Her prison is a huge castle with no way out;

there are no windows or secret passageways.

She can never leave.

No sunlight ever filters into her world,

no one to hear her cries and lamentations.

The immortal pleas to return to her master go unheard.

The punishment for disobeying him is severe.

Her tears bounce of the stone floors only to evaporate.

She will be alone for indefinite time.

Her eyes will not rejoice with the sight of him.