Blind Princess

sliding steel boots step over rocked bricks of crumble,
metal shining past in progressive striding without a stumble,
stopping in their march with sudden echoes of the hall,
one steps forwards with a scroll ready to announce a call,
speaking loudly over the silence with perfection in his word,
from out of the entrance to the hall the steps of the princess heard,
lightly with barely a squeak and barely a sound over the same path,
her hair shining in that same light looking silky smooth from her hot bath,
she sits at the table giving a bow before everyone else is allowed to sit,
as the light of the evening dims the servants make the candles lit,
burning brightly as people admire her from far across the room,
coming late through the entrance the prince and her groom,
a perfect evening for the princess it seems as wine is drank fast,
plans in the princes mind to plant his seed in her at last,
from the darkness of the halls another woman watches with seductive eyes,
she was with him earlier getting the seed of him with promised lies,
with every perfect day for one is the hidden opposite hiding behind,
as the drama will eventually unfold but the princess stays blind.