Sword Mistress Poem by Justin Gildow

By the chessboard
She stands, proudly acknowledging everything that's around her
And tied on her waist is a sword
In her hand is a wooden mug full of water

The sword mistress proudly greets me
As I'm sitting on this rock
Staring all around and taking what's around me all in

She and I strike up a conversation
Even if it's only for a few minutes
I ask her how her day has gone
And she does the same with me
We both enjoy this peace and serenity
We both enjoy our time with each other
We talk about future revolutions and possible revelations
And daydream for a few minutes about the things that we've encountered up to this point
And daydream for what's about to happen to us in the time to come
In this kingdom