from a tender age,
Alatariel had a gift for art,
body art.
she had a gift for colours; fashion.

when her mother showered her with
clothes and assesories as she grew older,
she knew how to match her dresses perfectly.
she could conjure beauty out of rags.

then when she turned 13,
her mother gave her her first
makeup kit
so that she could look her best at functions
and present herself appropriately
as Princess of Phileschaund.

she had loved it,
keeping it in a special golden box
her great grandmother had left her with.
it was an intricately carved wooden box
of different patterns and oriental flowers
with gold powder delicately sprinkled on.

whenever she opened its lid,
her greatgrandmother would
be smiling warmly at her,
driving all the blues away.
alatariel would stroke her great
grandmother's face but could only
try to remember what she had once
shared with this lady she loved dear.

supported by its 4 bowed legs
that ended with an elegant twirl,
the box was Alatariel's prized possession
and the only reminder of her past.


it doesnt end here...
3:20 AM
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it was just months before
she found herself at the end of the road.
why didn't they let her do what she wanted,
why didn't they let her discover her love,
why didn't they let her expose her talent?

she couldn't answer.
no,she couldn't.
she envied the kids on the streets
when she travelled along the serpentine road,
sitting on a plush couch in her carriage.

she admired the way
fathers put their children on their shoulders,
giving their tired little legs a rest.
she admired the kids who could
run wildly,weaving through legs,
playing a game of catch.

she coveted their childhood.
she wanted memories like they would
have when they grew up.
she yearned for it,
longed for memories more than anything else.


it doesnt end here...
6:16 PM
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a sigh escaped her
as she stared out into the petering rain,
separated from her by a film of glass.
space.
money.
grandeur.
reputation.
she had everything,
everything the poor wished for.
but she had nothing the poor had.
she had nothing that she desired..

its been weeks since her servants
donned her with jewels,
party dresses,white long gloves
and did her hair to a high bun.
funny how she didnt miss that.
funny how she never missed her parents.
king...queen.
what for?
she didnt give a damn.
she'd give them a miss.

she closed her eyes in pain
as a tear cascaded to the floor...


it doesnt end here...
5:07 AM
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