Lorena
I was no sooner asleep, via another plain I'd arrived
It was not of this world, was my journey contrived
For I awoke in a place that I had never ever seen
Trying to understand where I am, what does it all mean
The surroundings that are before me are of a palatial theme
Furnishings so grand that would be fit for any Queen
Stonework like the Norman's, from many centuries ago
But finished to an out of this world modern, throws me so
An attraction allures my eyes, through long draped curtains
What will my eyes view to confirm my distant certain
The skies are not like ours, they are a cobalt crimson red
Planets dot their ceiling in their silent overhead
I turn as I hear footsteps, like a marching from Earths past
Double doors in gentle open, leaves this Semaj aghast
Before me stands a beauty, with porcelain skin so fair
Whilst a lavender ivy graces, her flowing jet black hair
She leans her head as if pondering, touching lips so pink
Hazel eyes now pierce me, I'm wondering what she thinks
She starts to speak a language that's very new to me
Suddenly it's broken English, what do I hear I see
I am Princess Lorena, and you were always in our dreams
It was just a matter of time when you rode our celestial stream
We know of your Scottish courage, your clannish inner self
And how you saved the Earth, from the Butterfly Winged Elves
You and your droid Etto, whom we've allured to help our cause
On our planet you now stand, like your Earth, has many flaws
We plead you to lead our army, for we believe you to be true
For in this I shall repay, I'll bequeath myself to you
This poem, written by me, James Fraser's is my entry into Constance's contest,
"Tell Her Story"
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
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