My name is “A”

 

Glimmering eyes tainted by this pouring tear

Revealing memories that grow in fear

Along this hallow palace of jammed childhood

Never knowing anything but the smell of old cider wood

Drowning words no need to hear, nor delight in the tales of these unfortunate broods

Dearest Darling, come smile with me

Undo this mystery for once and break free

Childlike wonders have long forgotten

How you have lived, is it true? lest you’ve rotten

Escaping from the malevolent bullets of obstruction

Sliding in your own world of oblivion

Silent lawlessness stole your life, or have you escaped into the night?

Anna Anderson

Nadezhda Ivanovna Vasilyeva

And this lady known as Eugenia Smith

So strongly claimed they were the seeds of Russia

Tried and failed to be known as you in a twist of faith

And so another came to join the game

She said the name is Eleonora Albertovna Kruger

Is it a hoax or partly true?

Are they really you? Or maybe I am too.

None of the tales can ever tell me

If they have lived; Tatiana, Olga, Maria and Alexei

Knyazhna, did you really survive?

Ornaments and gems sewn have indeed saved your lives

Living a life of someone in fear of capture

Away from your kingdom with not even an inch of a fracture

Every story accounts a glimmer of truth

Verily, one can doubt when shown the proof

Names, places and stories of your inexplicable youth.

All hidden and uncovered from a piece of tooth.

Over the years this mystery lingered

For with your identity, secrecy was triggered

Roaming the world far and wide to know the truth

Unknown to everyone you lived in someone else’s shoes

Sailing away from the place you’ve hearten so dear

Shutting your eyes while trembling in fear

Imagine what they would say when they know you have lived

All these years you were smiling to the world that you have deceived.

Acrostic poems are simple poems in which each first letter of each line forms a word or phrase (vertically). It can describe the subject or even tell a brief story about it.