Pt 5 (Dw theyโll definitely meet again)
The years passed slow, as sorrow deepened,
And in her grief, the queen lay weakened.
Yet from the night, a secret grew,
A child within her, born anew.
But when the babe first met her eyes,
Her heart was cold, her love disguised.
For all she saw was darkened pain,
A haunting shadow, griefโs refrain.
The child, a girl with raven hair,
Held in her gaze the queenโs despair.
A silent echo, dark and bright,
A daughter born of endless night.
Fear clenched the queenโs fragile heart;
She could not bear this child,
Part of her that lived when love had died,
A memory of the cruelest tide.
With trembling hands, she turned away,
Unable yet to let her stay.
She cast the child beyond the gate,
To live alone, to shape her fate.
The years went by, and distance grew,
The girl a stranger, known to few.
But still she dreamed of motherโs arms,
Of love unearned, of distant charms.
One winterโs night, with pen in hand,
The daughter wrote, with heart unmanned,
A letter fair, with words of grace,
In hopes to see her motherโs face.
"Dear Mother, though you turned from me,
In you, I found eternity.
For in my heart, I hold your name,
Though you could never bear the same.
I see the grief within your eyes,
The sorrow woven into lies.
I know the shadows haunt you still,
But even now, I love you, still.
I have your eyes, I have your fire,
A spark, though born from cruel desire.
And though you left me in the dark,
I carry you, my heart your mark.
Perhaps one day, when shadows part,
You'll find a place within your heart
To think of me with softened gazeโ
Your child, lost in distant haze."
The queen, alone within her hall,
Received the letter, cold and small.
Her fingers trembled, eyes went wideโ
A motherโs guilt, so long denied.
Each line a dagger, sharp and keen,
Her daughterโs words, so soft, serene.
A love unearned, yet freely given,
A light that cut through griefโs dark prison.
She sank, bereft, upon the floor,
For all her heart had shut before
Now opened wide in painful bloomโ
A haunting echo in the room.
Her daughter lost, her heart had strayed,
A life unloved, cast and betrayed.
Yet in those words, she felt a spark,
A warmth amidst the endless dark.
With tears that traced her hollow cheeks,
The queen, once fierce, now frail and weak,
Reached out, as if to touch a hand
That long had left, to distant land.
But all she held was empty air,
The price she paid beyond repair.
For love rejected, love cast wide,
Would haunt her heart till end of tide.
And so she walks the halls alone,
A ghost, a queen, with heart of stone.
No crown, no throne, no power bright,
Could quell the ache that bloomed that night.
The daughter, gone, yet ever near,
A shadow, faint, that drew her tear.
For love, once scorned, can never dieโ
It haunts the soul like midnight sky.
And in the depths of endless night,
The queen would weep, with heart contrite,
Her daughterโs love, a wound unhealed,
A light her grief had long concealed.
For though her child would never reign,
Her love remained a sweet, soft pain.
And in her letterโs gentle grace,
The queen at last beheld her face.
The years drift on, as seasons change,
And yet the queen feels something strange.
A warmth that lives, despite the chill,
A childโs love, forever still.
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