Fixated upon your ancestor
Elizabeth Hartford’s life, deeds, and face
A legendary legacy you can’t live up to
You can only worship and enshrine it
Shyly touching upon it in any way you can
Becoming a person worthy of being her descendant
Dressing and embodying what she would want
No matter how much you defy convention
You live, breathe, and taste her spirit
Allowing that spirit to devour your devotion
How much of your mask is what you want?
How much is what she wants?
Yuri’s questions beat within my mind
Flickering your conscience into thought
Just what did Elizabeth accomplish?
How many people did her accomplishment hurt?
You allow her will and spirit to overwhelm you
Letting her dominate your thoughts
Moving you to achieve her goals
Her thoughtless arrogance is like a blow
You ignored the hints, the clues suggesting this
In her painting, in her letters, in her journal
So enamoured with her boldness
You overlooked her disregard for others
A trait her spirit fails to overcome
You learn to please her, to have her look at you with pride
Does she even see you from her painted prison
Or are you simply an impefect vessel for herself
How far will you let her schemes play?
A Portrait Is Worth a Thousand Words
The lift of her chin tells a tale of stubbornness
A stubbornness you always admired
Not realizing it hurts too many people
Not the least yourself.