Captive Queen, Thou Shalt Ride With Me (19)

The day is come and thou shalt ride with me On blood martyred for all eternity, The gods have answered our desperate calls Amassing armies beneath thy castle walls; Its stone turret's forever watchful eyes Rising in legions against a hopeful sky, Throughout generations sturdily built Impregnable in an age of conflict Of enormous size, density and girth Cut from stones mined from the bowels of the earth, With our sweat and blood this mortar was lain A colossal achievement of agony and pain. And further inside the circular keep Beauteous gardens abounding in deep Foliage, unimaginable colors, scintillating pinks numerous as stars; White, yellows, reds, multicolored striped roses Awakening in soft pedaled beds, posing For the sun to picture them in her light Oozing out fragrance perfuming the night. Ancient trees, weeping willows, oaks and pines Deeply encircled with the rings of time Lining the passage to thy castle's door Lovingly entwined on their carpeted floor Marveling at the tricks of a stealthy breeze Chastising the laughing gossiping leaves. Further still beyond the gardened flowers Grand paths to walk, to pass the courtly hours With hidden trails that lead to watered grottoes Where one may contemplate in sweet repose Rethinking thoughts in perfect clarity Reimagining one's true destiny, Arriving to where a soft voice beckons Not one brutally voiced by the starry heavens.