princess

the prettiest princess
had all enthralled
locks of golden grain
quietly rustling 
during casual walks 
on the top of gray ramparts
she avoided academics
despised diplomacy
yawned at courtship
hated religion
created bland art
wasn’t a tyrant
no desire for decrees
wasn’t benevolent
no praise for the people
no hot salty tears
no smiles, no laughs
just soft ability 
to innovate inwardly
with ache to motivate
when truly necessary
she had lazily lain
like a sleep deprived lizard
toiling in boredom
and guilt-ridden care
every mirror reflecting
her bare-faced identity
prim and improper