Poem 22, The Golden Queen Poem by vince III tamani

Poem 22, The Golden Queen
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The little Queen all golden
Flew hissing at the sea
To stop each wave
Her clutch to save,
She ventured bravely.

As she attacked the sea in rage,
A holderman came nigh
Along the sand, fishnet in hand
And saw the Queen midsky.

He stared at her in wonder
For often he'd been told
That such as she
Could never be
Who hovered there, bright gold.

He saw her plight and quickly
He looked up the cliff he faced.
He saw a cave above the wave
In which her eggs he placed.

The little Queen all golden
Upon his shoulder stood
Her eyes all blue
Glowed of her true
Undying gratitude.