Her Duenna

Pity remains.

Her duenna, a friend of senseless trust
And to whatever means, she remains young
Maladroit in the ways of her mother
Importunate to be her father’s son
Inside the heart of hearts resides a fervour
Dearly departed and lost to others
In great expectation, lessons yet learned
Yearning for such a release
A salvo of pride, in heat
And a life is ruined beyond medicine;
A love so gold turned copper at best
Here sits nothing, a sad little girl
In a funeral dress

The End

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