Tamed


She wasn't the kind of girl
Who believed in fairytales,
She was the kind of girl
Who would not be tamed.

She never wished for a prince,
For she was destined to be queen.
Sitting on the throne drowning in sins,
She was only seventeen.

They all wished for her to be so polite,
Little did they know how her fires burned bright
And while they tried to bury her voice,
She was preparing for war,
Her demons to fight.

And no matter how hard they tried,
She would not step aside.
She was the kind of girl,
That dragons stood beside.

As her eyes held thunderstorms,
Her bones built upon flames.
This is a tale of the kind of girl,
who would not be tamed.

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