The Gallant Night Kisses Victory
"The Gallant Night Kisses Victory"
As Night lowers herself victorious
over his moving fortress
she is draped transparent surrounded
by a milky mist, a myriad of dazzling stars
She remains unconquered
Victory cannot see her
The Gallant Night Kisses Victory
The scent of cinnamon and green apples
surrounds his crown, his sword en garde he checks,
“Was that a sound, the crackling of kindling on fire perhaps?” his heart pounds
for a while, he treads onwards, fallen branches, gold and russet leaves under foot,
each leaf a bless'ed and cursed story, what they've seen in Lost Lovers Woods,
He thinks of witches and spectral phantoms
walking towards him over his hallowed Hollow Hills grounds
An Autumn breeze cool fingers invisible trace his lips
His pale armour dewdrop and moonlit dappled
His noble neck, she licks, a taste of war he’s been in battle
Tiredness overcomes him, his emotions burnt and rattled
Sleep calls to him, but he does not sleep
He watches over his emotions, keeps them like soldiers
under control, in tight, in neat, concealed
In the Quiet Time he hears her haunting whisper
she strokes his hand on sword and drugs his mind
“Throw down your gauntlet King, the Victory is all yours,
I am your Night,
And you are mine.”
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/xOCDUQ2zuXE
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