Beautiful Grace's DemiseA Poem by Callen SteinA poem I wrote when I was thirteen but I change every year to fit my current age, until the point comes I don't need toOnce in a kingdom with no flowers, There was a young maiden who was trapped in a tower. She had a pretty young face, And kept at her own pace. Her name meant 'Beautiful grace'. For twenty-two long years, she was in the tower, waiting, All of her life, her memory fading, For the glorious day She could proudly say The world could go away. For a long time, she sat in the dark With no light, not even a hopeful spark. She missed those she held dear In her past years That helped eased her fears. In the final moment of her insanity, She saw no sign of clarity. Broken, she grabbed the knife hanging off her door, Stabbed herself, crimson dripping to the floor, And rested in misery forevermore...
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3 Reviews Added on August 7, 2015 Last Updated on November 7, 2019 AuthorCallen SteinARAboutA young adult with dreams of being a writer with a knack for poetry and random prose, doing their best to make a life for them-self and their husband. more..Writing
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