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// Sonnet 13 
// Story: The Sisters' Coronet 
// by Fable Scroll 
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While stars are locked in hidden, skybound frame
They can not meddle in the course of time
As prisoners of closely guarded shame
Left chained alone for near forgotten crime.

The throes of creeping years the queen can’t stand,
Still tied in stocks and rack without her crown,
Rebuked by fading yet familiar brand
And weight that holds until her sorrows drown.

She flings vile spit and curses at her guard.
Her shifting form defies her constant cell.
She seeks her acts in those who hold her barred
While reason passed the wronged by when she fell.
Restraints may give at sense's graceful pace
As painful bonds forever fix her place.