I took a trip today
To claim my identity.
A silver ring, that used
To represent friendship
Love, and loyalty
On my right hand.
It was traded in
A bad bet for a
Gold one, and the
Breaking tasted
Bitter, soiled
My soul for having the wrong love.
I swore from its sign in hate.
I thought of her when
I bought it,
My loyalty to the Queen,
My love and
The undying allegiance
Of my Celt roots.
It tarnished to black,
And as I buffed my
Love and heart to a
High shine.
The sign has moved to my left,
Heart pointed in towards mine
In infinite dedication and adoration.
All I am is for my Queen.
Look and see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem