Your Royal Servants Watch
As you rest upon your throne
To the bone Chilled, they sit in silence
Waiting for the wrath of your lashing tongue
You command the trust of scared young steeds
Who gallop with pride to carry out your deeds
To the battleground they run, not looking behind
Praying only for the salvation of their kind
The gentle hearts of the Goddesses pound
As they watch their kin flee from the battleground
Picture this my sweet, in modern time
Your discerning look scares me blind
I watch you, with my breath, held so close
Within me I feel the burning of a thousand fires lit
Whatever your quest, it cannot go on
I cannot watch your kingly haste fucking my pawn
Stay close to me, as I enter your chamber
Looking for clues to your long lost anger
Delve my precious into your bed
Where I will meet you halfway
And rip off your thread
I will free you from bondage, if only for a moment
Lift off your burdens, hang them as a hat
No more battles, no more war
Peace and love gather in store
For you my precious angel, fallen from grace
Let me embrace you, and take your cane, and set it down
Let love override reason, good will prevail
Evil only exists in the willing
Copyright 1996 Saralise
