Clouds

The Queen

I dedicate this poem to my favorite
Book series: Throne of Glass.

Endless stories
Spun like gold
All for the price
A truth never told
Eyes bright as the fire
On a clear, cold night
Only to dim like embers within
The morning light
A true warrior Queen
With a heart like a lion
She knew she could bring
Her fallen kingdom
From its shattered knees
But her heart quavered
Like an arrow
From a bow
That she'd have much to learn
And much more to grow
So exhausted was she
So young
To carry a strength
On her shoulders
That mere others
Would falter
Under the weight of it all
And Yet
Yet
She gathered her courage
For one last stand
Her faithful partner
And steady hand
Stood right beside her
In her conquered land
As she gazed across
The ancient forest of pines
That smelled of snow
The youthful queen
Knew she'd be the one to go
But she smiled
Fierce and strong
Her heart never yielding
Sent her sword rising
High above the clearing
Proclaimed a promise
That one day they'd
See
Not a kingdom of ash
But a kingdom of peace.

A.C.