Tale of a Gothic Princess (I Did Not Write This)

Princess Dominica looked so beautiful
All dressed in black
With white make-up and dark purple lips
She sat on the throne so full of majesty
The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty
And worshipped the ground she walked upon
The King was not well
And expected to die soon
And the Queen had died long ago
So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom
Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace
She carried out her duties without question or complaint
And she would always greet new visitors with a smile
Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms
In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists
And let the blood pour into a bowl
She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more
Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick
Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin
She felt so much pressure to be beautiful
She had many suitors but none that she loved
A stranger from abroad arrived one day
And stole her heart
But he was not a suitable match for a princess
A handsome sailor of common stock
She pleaded with her father to let her marry
But he doggedly refused her request
One night she took the blade
And slit both her wrists
Not a cry for attention
But an attempt to take her life
Living was a torment to her
The expectations too high
The rewards lacking in true value
Her dead body was found the next morning
And all the towns folk mourned her death
The beautiful princess had departed this land
And headed off above the clouds
To find a happier resting place
A traditional Gothic funeral was held
To celebrate her life
Many fine words were said
And then her body was buried
Under a thousand red roses
Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line
And took over the royal duties
A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with
“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”