the baroness

the baroness

she twiddles and sneers
like the royalty
of her persuasion
rotating thumbs in
typical fashion
of someone
purposeless,
maybe pronounced
her head held high
unruly in it's twist
and fixations.

throne appears golden
with her
but only with her
she dare not look
at the gravel beneath
her feet
the sturdy hand that
helped the build
of her castle,
built on sand.