In the house of her noble
She sat on her thrown and cried,
Smashed the crown that bares her name,
Because she then realized how little she had to live for,
And how little she wanted to live for her name.

The death of people seems empty as an urn.
No pride can come of destruction, no honor is bestowed after pillage and fear.

There came that day for this lady,
When she squandered her family name.
For she now understood the terror that comes with her royal syllables.

The mother denies the daughter,
"Someday you will be a lady, and a lady naught cry."
The father spits and swears,
"**** the daughter that ****** on the line of ancients."
They giggle and smirk, the sisters,
"Father loves us best. Fathers hates the child who dares disrespect his title."
The maid bickers still,
"If I were to disrespect, I'd be out on the street."

But they'll never understand,
The **** ignorants,
How a "meaningless" **** means more than imaginable.
And each helpless child left to rot on the street begs for forgiveness of the crime never in existence.
They can't comprehend how this tears a heart in two.

They must not have one to begin with.