Captive Queen, A White Sorceress From Above (21) Poem by Captain Cur

Destiny is here, thy star is risen
The sun has set on thy vacant prison!
Thou has been brought forth with untamed power;
Thy spirit screams reliving each lost hour,
Screams heard thundering a thousand gaits
On warhorses black eyed and iron faced
Sweat glinting on their long muscular backs
Creating huge dust storms swirling in their tracks
Flying with steely purpose and resolve
Swarming the castle walls circling round,
Nostrils of blue hot fire flaring high
Conjuring a robed being in the sky
An ominous presence felt from above,
Thy White Sorceress beckoned, now has come!