A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. X
It was of such
sorrowful decree,
these woes of
trust and battles.
Months passed, though
only a few, for
upon this span of
chaos, the King's
grief, strickened more.
Pregnancy. . . a bastard
child! Poorest maiden
Geinere, her violation
by the King, the
treacherous King.
Whil'st amidst the
foul passions of
the Luciferus,
guilt crept in and
upon the majesties.
Geinere's time spent
in confinement, the
guilt being nourished
within her womb,
tears, bloody tears
during this melancholy.
What could she do,
for the truth spoken
would just yield more
pain and suffering.
She would have
to wait to meet
her Prince, if she
could even muster
the strength of
confrontation. How
could she prove,
how could she derive
justice? Her hopes
of triumph wilting
as the days passed.
This doom of
mutual closure.
Only glimmering
for the poor maiden
was news of victory
on the fields of
blood and barter,
perhaps now a
moment with Alarumdives.
She prayed he would
find mercy and
compassion and
believe her words.
Poor Geinere,
the illness of the
Raven and hereafter.
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