Heartache (Original)

Little knights in rusting armor,

Brandishing silver blades,

Storm the castle.

Slashing every cherished possession in sight.

It wasn’t even an overly large castle either,

Some foreigners say it was built three sizes too small.

It was hardly big enough to protect itself from an attack.

The tapestries were written over,

The already weak dining table,

Broken into splinters under their weight,

And the two Emeralds, once so bright and full of life,

Were replaced with fool’s gold.

Hardly believable enough to pass by

Even the most gullible peasant.

The once powerful and brave Queen was dethroned.

Dragged down from her pedestal

 Like a rag doll thrown from a child’s hand.

Harshly underappreciated.