Eleven - Beauty
Treat me as your queen
I, you - a king
Treat me as a peasant
I, you - a servant
That is the beauty of me
The position in which you place me
The pedestal which was thrust under my feet
The throne straightening my spine
Heavy is the head that hangs the crown
But free is she who is unrobed
What is it, you wish to be -
My prince, my knight,
My Chancellor
Or "who" is it, you wish to see -
My past, my present,
My future...
I, alone
On the throne
Or
In the flesh
In the bed...
With
You.
Lady Aria
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For The Love of Lady Aria
PoetryDuties call, and Lady Aria must step up to the throne and rule the Kingdom of Zyne. Due to the obligations and responsibilities weighted down by her title, Lady Aria loves silently from the shadows as she performs her life as a masquerade for Zynite...
