Poetry Collection.

"A Grave of Water and Stars."

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The stars are very beautiful above these walls of stone;
they twinkle in the shadows and upon my sturdy throne.
I watch them in the Moonshine and the river and my eyes,
but each bright sun is a distant whisper of a swirling head of lies.

In a deep sleep long ago I awoke to my dear friends,
and with shimmering skins of mist and dust they offered me their grins.
Eye to eye they gifted me great wishes of a queen,
though now I find against all judgement that I am not all I wished to be.

The guiding sun of the black sky rests wise upon my crown,
and early in my innocence I had not heard a sound.
But of the gifted star to which I had been schooled and bred,
I found it heavy upon the heart, though light upon the head.

Patience, hope, trust, and pride were given on this night.
Lucid visions of the past and future swarmed my slipping sight.
If I were chosen long ago for this eminent choice,
why now do the stars above regret their ancient voice?

The north winds blew their winters in upon ice-cold commands,
and with the frostbite in my heart, I could not meet demands.
As I watched the piling of the milk-white clouded snow,
the safety of my kingdom was that of which I could not bestow.

Although I sit above my throne, in truth I am the least,
for when I look upon myself I see only a beast.
Betrayal, deception, insanity—could it have ever been these rats,
or was it all along this fair kingdom's sordid diplomat?

A decaying mind knows not of what she does or what she knows,
but she must send her dearest now to subdue her unseen foes.
Despite their loathing towards her they unsheathe their ivory maws,
and with trusting minds and wary eyes ignore the kingdom's flaws.

A warrior, an elder, a child, it matters not, I know, indeed,
for I must sacrifice them all if there should be the need.
The stars above have retreated from my selfish, eager grasp,
and with every passing of the stale moon, they watch me as I lapse.

Upon the rocks of sunlight I am met with daughter and son,
and enemies before us leave a force to be outrun.
A future with them is taken swiftly from beneath my life,
and deep into the river, let the waves wash away my strife.

Oh, royal eyes of silver that dwell beyond the veils of skies,
should you ever meet with me, lay upon me all my lies.
If you ever hear below the burden of my cries,
and if you have compassion,
let me send no more to die.

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(November 17, 2020.)

Another poem for my dearest Bluestar. I really like this one.