My White Rose Poem by Kiri Xiong

My fields are filled with red roses and I love them all
All very different, all very raw
I like to keep them in sections of time
Reminiscent in the nights of wine
To my first, my last, and those in-between
Each readily bowing to their beloved Red Queen

My years are paused just a bit short
But don't be the fool, I still rule this court
A new player has challenged my old realm
I accept in hopes he'd be overwhelmed
But his eye's precise and his hands are steady
He looks at me as if I'm not ready

He paces his breath, I can see his chest moving
Minutes go by and I see myself fearing
His fingers switch and I've never seen this before
I finally reason, this is the danger I've been waiting for
A quick touch and my throne tumbles down
Today a white rose blooms. Her majesty has lost her crown