ShadowsCool
04-24-2012, 04:43 PM
My Lady of the Kingdom
~
To be at the mercy of one is truly a risque affair;
That is, to be controlled by another person, place or thing
Is to be made a slave of that very thing.
Now you would think I would be much unsettled to say
I hold that dubious distinction,
Of being enslaved to something that I have no course to settle;
But you would think wrong.
For I have in my quintessence the very nature of her fairness,
An inscription she left when she departed to the far away kingdom;
Having said it was a requirement of her stature.
But surely she is one worth waiting for,
She is a mystery in the briny deep.
Jostling wild with my imagination,
Much as a storm holds captive a maiden voyage at sea.
Who had never felt the waves crash upon the heart
As does mine pound for hers in the ambrosial night,
When all tempts are let out to dreams
And they being answered by her eyes to mine.
~
written by ShadowsCool 04/23/2012
~
To be at the mercy of one is truly a risque affair;
That is, to be controlled by another person, place or thing
Is to be made a slave of that very thing.
Now you would think I would be much unsettled to say
I hold that dubious distinction,
Of being enslaved to something that I have no course to settle;
But you would think wrong.
For I have in my quintessence the very nature of her fairness,
An inscription she left when she departed to the far away kingdom;
Having said it was a requirement of her stature.
But surely she is one worth waiting for,
She is a mystery in the briny deep.
Jostling wild with my imagination,
Much as a storm holds captive a maiden voyage at sea.
Who had never felt the waves crash upon the heart
As does mine pound for hers in the ambrosial night,
When all tempts are let out to dreams
And they being answered by her eyes to mine.
~
written by ShadowsCool 04/23/2012