The Real Fragile Princess Is Upon You

The evening of your reign my queen,
Is drawing ever near,
For a maiden not far from here,
Sits and plays out her decay,
A game you used to play,
The very best till one fateful day,
This maiden will fall beyond your least,
Make your lack of intake look like a feast,
Drawn from her hatred she denies,
Every mouthful of mothers lovely lies,
A promise at birth to every child,
I will love you always tender and mild,
So from her agonizing despair,
She fell hopeful to Ana's care,
A maiden, your highness, soon to be,
For she recites her routines on two knees,
Greeted by an envy every morning she wakes,
Looking upon you - painful smiles she fakes,
Disgust and anger bubbling under,
She could reach for the weak once an inevitable blunder,
Restraining her tears she turns unto herself,
The very catalyst of her declining health,
Though the defenses built to fool you,
So you above all, would have no clue,
The lies she let slip from her tongue,
Every tasteless word of yours she clung,
In the hopes of surpassing an entity,
That threatened her very identity,
The beauty that you once possessed,
I'm afraid has made maiden obsessed,
For each passing day she forgets to eat,
To hear your majesty admit defeat,
Hold on to your shimmering crown,
For it shall be pried from your skeletal fingers,
Abdicate - the title hand down,
You are no longer dear perfection,
But merely a paun her infection,
Bow in the presence of royalty,
The Real Fragile Princess Is Upon You