Uproar Poem by Dawn Novus
Uproar
Ancient bloodlines infuse with right this sceptor I hold
Strong and nimble fingers grip tight b it easy, with knowing in these bones
I proclaim that I know who I proclaim I am
I will take my place, reserved for me
Where are my allies?
Swear your love to Me!
Before this moon passes on let your truth be known.
If I stand alone, its a stellar stand.
Is this not poet land?
Am I not the queen of my domain?
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5/2/2024 3:23:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Bloodlines infused! Thanks for sharing.