The Unjust Mate - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
In a royal kingdom, so grand, there was a queenly cry…
Which flew high above the King, and his sovereign sigh.
Thus, said his advisors to the King; “Send Vashti away~! ”
Throughout the land many “a virgin” was sought for that day.
Truly, she had to be lovely, loyal, and virginal; it’s true…
Then Esther was more than that; she was God’s chosen Jew.
There were lots of maidens, galore, on every high-&-lofty floor.
Only one, of the kingdom’s maidens, could be chosen to adore.
Esther’s lonesome beauty outweighed costly jewels of men.
King Xerxes the 1st., of Persia, favoured her till the very end.
All across the land, they brought in the maidens “one by one.”
One beauty- was so captivating, but knew little of having fun.
Another, was an exotic beauty, quite alluring, “to say the least.”
There were short ones, tall-ones, voluptuous ones for such a feast.
Some had brains, others had style, yet many were vainly guile.
The rarest of all, this one lone Rose stately stood ‘a bright child.’
She was chosen, yet not pleased; the future for her clan was grim.
She rose to the occasion, when her jewish people’s hopes were dim.
And a foe rose-up against her uncle, to set himself up with ease.
The tale is mixed with ‘dynamic justice’ to wondrously please.
Still a bride…? The king had lots of wives; she was tops on his list.
As Queen, like a warrior, she procured her people’s destiny quest.
He who defied this Rose, for his ego, was hit with God’s boomerang.
The gallows, he prepared, consumed his entire kin on that guillotine.
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