Genevieve at seventeen
Daughter of the Queen
She’s never opened a door in her life
Born to be brother
Lucky for her mother
The King had a soft-spot for his
Second wife
By royal night’s side,
The loyal Knight’s ride
Protecting sovereign land
Genevieve
Can hardly breathe
Awaiting word from her brave man
…
Silver spoon don’t you feed me
I don’t like to feel so needy
At seventeen is it greedy
To take what’s placed in hand?
The crown you wear cannot please me
The cross you bear does not appease me
She only wants to share a
bleeding heart and hold his hand
…
She never asked for a fairy-tale life
She just wants a strong man and to
be a good wife
…
Eleven horsemen came back
Where twelve had dispatched
Missing was their future King
His predecessor never had a son
He always hoped the day would come
When he would wed his princess-
to-be-queen
…
Genevieve
Can hardly breathe
Feels weak and loses balance
Away from her knight’s side
At the moment he died
She now faints at the site of his absence
…
Silver spoon don’t you feed me
I don’t like to feel so needy
At seventeen is it greedy
To forsake this tragic plan
The crown you wear cannot please me
The cross you bear does not appease me
She only wants to share his
bleeding heart and hold his hand
…
She never asked for a fairy-tale life
She just wants her strong man and to
end this bleek life
- MIC THA POET
Illustation by Wiktor Michajlowitsch Wassnezow
