The Faithless QueenA Poem by Elaenor AislingThe tale of Guinevere...She was fair once The white lady A daughter of kings Once noble and stately A queen in all her glory Cast from fortune By true love's price A love that brought An empire to it's knees and laid it out upon the earth to the cruel world for the taking. An empire that fell Out of time And out of thought For many years After it's king lay buried And it's queen In exile. Her silver robes Were cast aside The strand of pearls broken And the golden crown Lost and forgotten The robes became A nun's garb The pearls, A rosary And the fair brow That once wore a crown Was covered by a veil Of white. The red lips A King had kissed Spoke only whispered prayers. The graceful hands A King had held Lay folded now In mass. The soulful eyes That a king had loved Were lowered To rough stone floors And dusty wood. The faithless Had found faith But it had come At the price Of true love lost And an empire's fall. A fall from fortune From fame From favor To rough stone floors And dusty wood. Guinevere: The once and future queen © 2011 Elaenor AislingFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorElaenor AislingLimerick, Ireland....I wish.AboutI am currently a student. I write mainly poetry, a few short stories here and there. I love to read and write. Favorite authors include, Victor Hugo, J.R.R. Tolkien, Tolstoy, Wilde, Alcott, C.S. Lewis.. more..Writing
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