'Regina Phoenix'

An interpretation of the early life and development of one of my favourite historical figures. Queen Elizabeth the first, the last Tudor monarch.

A disenchanted blessing.

Innocence born from a force unquenchable and in-suppressible. 

Masquerading as love so sweet.

One eye closed to be as meek.

The other, slyly parted to peek and maintain a precious seat.

A coveted throne which no woman was descend to keep.

The once roaring sovereignty, a far reaching inferno, 

which left a wake and legacy of scorched remains.

Reduced to glimmering embers.

Flickers sustain the steady uncoiling of crimson feathers.

Never thought to be revealed.

A distant entity by augmentation, tended only by mother time.

A wiser mind flourished within a fragile frame.

"Video et taceo".

The charred remains, an unintended inheritance. 

A burden of evolved antiquity,

awaits the revived the once disregarded blessing.

The obscurity finally breaks,

as the chosen light raises and radiance descends.

The wings unfurl in full inflamed grandeur.

The Golden Age has arisen from the ashes. 

 

Author's Note

I am bad at grammar. I wish I was better at it. If you can help me, I would appreciate it.
Please let me know what you think and if something doesn't make sense. Please let me know. I would like readers to enjoy, not be confused.
Thank you for your time.