What does she want?
Born amidst war, in the Pyrenees.
Born into the cold touch of gold, silver
and the failing hand of her mother.
A child progeny trained by intellects
who wanted to quit.
She waned to leave. To abdicate.
Too many peasants quarreling.
Too much banter and tiresome
gore and responsibility
with only half her assigned brain.
The other half, dangerously empty
with curiosity and innocence
unaltered by her father’s needless
politics that kills.
The open woods is the only evidence
of a peaceful heaven.
The woman, the finalized queen.
Ready to take on the European powers
With the traditional shield of
Catholicism has failed.
Her brain shatters into hundreds,
thousands of pieces
Inside stone walls.
Far away from her forest.