The Unspoken War: A Mother's Odyssey

She hums her tone, alone in her stone-walled dome,

like a creature of the sea; none cared what she'd become.

She sang her song about the tightness in her chest,

in a language known to a few, her heart's secret quest.

My fate is to bear a child for this Kingdom,

death my fate if I voice my Freedom.

Trained, fed, and nourished to be known

under a child's name, only if born to be called a man.

Either to lead the subjects to Valhalla or to be chained forever.

She hums her tone, alone in her stone-walled dome,

only to follow the rules made by the dead, a mystery to home.

A world full of crooks, hope lost in the game.

Years passed; my pain was only to produce an heir's name.

I accepted my fate, only to birth the child to this war.

She sang her song about the tightness in her chest,

in the language that only she knew best.

My search for his name ends in vain;

now her castle tower echoes the same.

Now a mother, her only dream is to see the child wave her songs' flame.

They hum a tone, together in their stone-walled tower,

to be wild and free from the clouded thoughts, life's bower.

Doomed to be eternal women of woe.

The fate, to bear a child for a Kingdom's show,

a game made by those who only know to slay, to be seen in Valhalla's glow.