Queen

Hello to such a decadent soul,
Pour thy beauty into this glass,
so that I may drink of it, drink it whole.
Your fingers need not tremble,
This light is but nocturnal.
I heard you fray from the flock,
I sent you my way,
To show the outward glance of all,
A observation coming of what may.
Neither Ka nor fate led you astray,
But working of a malicious king,
Led our life's joined in a matrimony of sorts.
On such a glorious day,
The harvest moon accents such pale skin,
A green Beret among a tailored suit.
Your ivy clad dress as informal as a wedding in June,
Yet still this moment can not be devalued.
Show such magnificent grace, the devils howling around you.
Quite a show is tempting to taste,
Standing upon the balcony of worlds past
I will make you a queen.
Let us continue this dream...
Because one day,
I will make you a queen.