Barbed

I spied her haughty eyes just as the bright sun again overpowered the unwarmed night air. At that moment I was evermore her trident squire.

Her soft ruby scented hair falls in delicate ringlets upon her patterned shoulders, each sun speckled mark a touch of pure beauty.                          

The courage she must evince each morning would bring battle potent kings to their knees. Unlike those powerful crowns - draped heads of yore, she faced her foes alone.

It is not the loyalty of subjects she desires, nor the admiration of numbered strangers. Only the safety and plume of a young, innocent, novel queen, for her acquisition alone can see this to close.


-Johnny V.