When your words are law,
and you lie to me,
whilst living a fantasy.
I love to hear,
your romanticised tales,
your charisma and charm,
full of dangers that harm.
You’re rarely here –
gone for days at a time,
but I’m eagerly hoping
that you’ll come home soon.
So I wait in this castle,
alone and afraid;
the hunger it rages,
it goes on for days.
You call me your Princess,
and you are the King.
Your court it protects you –
you do what you want to.
You banished the Queen
in such a cruel way,
with lies and with hatred,
she’s forbidden to see me.
You call me names,
and you made me ashamed.
You’re meant to protect,
not hurt and neglect.
I am but a child.
I am only twelve.
Your Princess, your daughter,
why would you hurt me?
Your kingdom was cruel,
and your realm it was strong;
but the day that you died,
it fell with your lies.
© King 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The main gatehouse of Harlech Castle. The steps were originally a drawbridge. As well as this formidably defended entrance, the castle also had a fortified dock so that it could be supplied by sea. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)