A Queen's Address To the King

Lie down, leery fiend, vile hands are unclean. Your tongue is milked by the dew of the past. The shadows beckon to your heinous schemes Which stir forth by the ardent rods you cast. The mountains roar back at you and the Son Seeks you every day. Remember, I sold My soul to drink from your eternal sun. Wine is greater than your concubine’s gold. Test the waterfalls in our dry places. The corrupt winds won’t stand against the tides. Proud king of chastity, rain myrrh and grace. Lighting is the true power of your bride. Oasis burns from the spark of your soul. Stars live in my heart, a real beloved role.