Kingly Haste

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