To write the
Story of my
Reign across the
Kingdom I carry within,
Walls burnished smooth,
With the harsh winds of
Circumstances,
An army of weak men waits,
Outside,
And the only sword to hand,
Sits sheathed on my hip,
But they will, to a man,
Die knowing failure.
My actions are my armour,
My sharpest weapons,
And you, my queen,
Stay safe in the royal bed,
I will forever walk to the
Gates and slay them all,
Return, grinning and exhausted,
Wear the crown and nothing else
Kiss my wounds closed
My expression will not change,
But the actions will
Bloom sweet flowers of
Action on your skin,
Leave your hips singing
With the force of my dominion,
And know you have
Divinity between your thighs.
MB Blissett 