And where does a Queen go for her redemption, when her defenses are destroyed
and her knights sell themselves, for gold in a distant land?
She has no choice really but to lift her head and call
the eagles, the majestic confirming her divine
with their heart cries calling from the deep,
And there are times when the Queen has no choice really,
but to lift her sword, slaying the darkness
to bring in the light, as the eagles lead,
diving from heaven declaring
And the Queen even without her knights has peace,
as she thanks the eagles
for their courage.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”