Middle Ages Feminist ! Poem, by Myth, at My poetic side

I Dressed beggar carrying a stick and plate ..
Wandering old cities roads and gates

Pretending insane ..Pretending thief ..
To steal the King's books and hidden archive..

Did he kill the Queen ..?
Did he jail the Princess of teen..?

At THE palace I rang the door bell ..
Moment of silence like hell..

I only got a broken mirror, empty phial of scent ..
And the guards' harsh words and clear resent ..

Don't come back ever again ..
Or you will befriend the pain ..