Captive Queen, Thou Shalt Ride With Me (19) Poem by Captain Cur

The day is come and thou shalt ride with me
On blood martyred for all eternity,
The gods have answered our desperate calls
Amassing armies beneath thy castle walls;
Its stone turret's forever watchful eyes
Rising in legions against a hopeful sky,
Throughout generations sturdily built
Impregnable in an age of conflict
Of enormous size, density and girth
Cut from stones mined from the bowels of the earth,
With our sweat and blood this mortar was lain
A colossal achievement of agony and pain.

And further inside the circular keep
Beauteous gardens abounding in deep
Foliage, unimaginable colors,
scintillating pinks numerous as stars;
White, yellows, reds, multicolored striped roses
Awakening in soft pedaled beds, posing
For the sun to picture them in her light
Oozing out fragrance perfuming the night.
Ancient trees, weeping willows, oaks and pines
Deeply encircled with the rings of time
Lining the passage to thy castle's door
Lovingly entwined on their carpeted floor
Marveling at the tricks of a stealthy breeze
Chastising the laughing gossiping leaves.

Further still beyond the gardened flowers
Grand paths to walk, to pass the courtly hours
With hidden trails that lead to watered grottoes
Where one may contemplate in sweet repose
Rethinking thoughts in perfect clarity
Reimagining one's true destiny,
Arriving to where a soft voice beckons
Not one brutally voiced by the starry heavens.