Moseldorado (chpt 1)

She was neither born with a silver spoon in the cubicles of her mouth nor a golden plate laying waste in her prettily small palms.
It happened somewhere far but around and behind the new castle.
Her journey and arrival to the shameful world was gladly celebrated in all the lands and even the big farms.
Supplications and benedictions were remitted only to eventually spring up her mantle.

Growing up as a child was a lot more mysterious
Difficulties arose in the face of the earth as she turned five
Freedom became at thing of the past while she was coming up that it became very serious
The joy of childhood was carted away with and all she could feel was sheer emptiness running through her veins that nature confirmed she was deprived

Gradually was the name for it as she turned six
No friends and acquaintances could come to sight all in the name of parental fright as all she saw was her lonely poor self and haunting shadow
Being held hostage was no sort of fun as peeping through the enclosed windows to see other children play planted in her heart an injury that she could not fix
Feeble was only an understatement when all she felt was mortality seeping through her marrow.

Changing locations only helped to worsen the situation
As there was not much change only that streets and houses looked different
No gain, much pains and it was all love lost for her as no confidant was in view and this landed her in a pitiful condition
She had no idea what other mothers were, she disliked this, all her encounter was loneliness and gradually she began to lose interest