Eleanor's Aria - http://about.me/thelasttorch by the seat of tara

“My dreams faded with my youth.
Those days are far behind me, and trouble is all I see.
Strife is all that I have known.
It tears my heart asunder, I fear the distant thunder.
My child forgive me.
You’re born to calamity.
This fight be not your own.
The wind's already blown.
Mother you were always near.
Until the day they stole you, alone I cried my soul knew.
You’d be not returning.
Even for my yearning.
So yearn I did no more, and on that day I swore.

No man would see beyond my veil, my duty be assuring.
Other women cry and wail.
Not I, my fate is enduring.
Steadfast unmoved I will stay.
Though demons prowl and hound me, and winds howl all around me.
My child forgive me, for this des’prate malady.
The future I bemoan.
Your life I will atone.
My babe forgive me, you’re born to brutality.
This world turns hearts to stone, when war men’s hearts condone
With or without throne, you live and die alone.”