Gold I cast before you, the vanquished stand in chains,
Captives all, rebels now lost.
Fallen kings do lie in pools of blood, red and torn,
What matters the cost?
Your Isle of Samar stands free, truth lives on,
All of the city have bread.
Your Kingdom of Cebu is safe, Catarman secure,
All, all is said.
Your vile foe is slain, soft and Gentle Queen,
His grey head, before you, I do hold.
His gold coin, his green fields, are yours,
His evil, no longer bold.
Cry not, fair and sweet one, weep no more,
Truth now rules the sea.
The people do rejoice, Victorious Queen,
Lady, of the Immortal Jubilee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many of my posts will be from Our Lady of Silk, Dark Sea of Sulu and other collections (Amazon Books) . They are part of a fantasy cycle. Like fantasy novels they have connections to the times and places we know, but with elements of fantasy, magic and fancy.