This is another Scotland poem, this time it's set after the Battle of Culloden, which was basically the Hail Mary of independence battles. It was led by Bonnie Prince Charlie, the "Young Pretender" who actually did have a legitimate claim to the throne(in my opinion). While most of the people of Scotland were on the fence about Charlie's independence and reclamation of the throne for the House of Stuart campaign, the battle had a huge effect on both Scottish history and world history. It was a stunning defeat for the Scottish, and after 1745, Scotland wasn't really heard from much again until the early 1900's. This poem is from Embra's point of view after the battle and the Highland Clearances and all of England's awful treatment of the two eldest Brittannics.
A shadow of what once was
A ghost of what will never be
I sit alone at the dining room table
Emptiness is all I see.
Is it possible to sit here
And wither away like the rose
That's sitting in a glass on the stone counter
Long since surrendered to its foes?
The tears are no longer running
All that's left is cold apathy
My head hurts now as badly as my heart aches
But I want not the world's sympathy.
Trails of black still line my face
Dark circles still ring my eyes
Like scars on some pale, pathetic soldier
The anger now has its prize.
The silence simply laughs in my face
Suffocating, angry and grey
Telling me now that I'm all on my own
Everything to make my nerves fray.
I'm a shadow of what once was,
I'm a ghost of what will never be
Sitting alone at the dining room table,
Emptiness is all I see.
Why am I always writing such depressing poetry? Oh well. Hope you guys enjoyed it! Don't forget to leave a review or send me a PM if you have any questions! I'm always happy to answer anything!
Como Siempre,
La Reina Escocia