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Once a family,
So proud it stood, amidst the
Snowy undertow.
Where one would freeze, their
Hearts pure gold: dusty heavens
Fall.
On Father?s knee, she loved
Him best, the Czar, Nikolai
She was his pride and joy.
But not forever, for Rasputin, he came too.
Eyes cold, bitter heart,
He made the people bellow
War on the house, Romanov.
Her golden joy kept Nikolai warm
When rebellion
Kicked full in.
But in the end, dreams do
Fall through.
Cold memories buried in that
Undertow.
None knew how she did not
Perish,
But no small golden child
Lies there among fig-like trees.
Some day soon there will be
A golden day. That melts
The ice he, Rasputin did create and
Rightfully proclaim
Romanov, her name.
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This poem was written for another different creative writng class that I had in my sophomore year. Yes, I'm an English major! It is about the fastastic myth of Anastasia Romanov, the last Czar of Russia's yougest daugther. A story told about so much tragedy that it deserves it's own poem.
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