The buildings,
they quaked.
The fires,
they blazed.
And there I stood,
caught in a daze.
I could never explain
the feeling that came
as I watched my home as it was set aflame.
What harm had I done,
that raiders would come
and make my entire household succumb?
I'd heard of their plots
but never had thought
that one day, I could also be sought.
A quivering came
as I watched in shame
as the flames destroyed my name.
My livelihood sat
in the ashes, at that,
and my dreams had suddenly become flat.
The raiders had taken
when I would awaken
to the love of my life at my side.
- Brianna Cecille Blades
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In the Afternoon
PoetryCHRONICLES OF CROWN AND CASUALTY BOOK 3- Everyone wished they were like her. The definition of propriety and popularity. She wore wildflowers in her hair... A collection of poems by and about the Lady of Lancaster.
