The Maid's PromisesA Chapter by ConstanceThis just popped into my head. I suppose it's rather like one of Henry VIII's love-interests is speaking out?In the deeps of your dark irises What kind of secret lies? For I felt a chill crawl through As I gazed into those eyes Yet though there is foreboding I step into your enthrall In seeking out your mystery, No choice but chancing all
I fear but I have courage, though Enough to muster me Into a sort of murmur As I'm introduced to thee A spark between our palms In those eyes flaring, too Will the mystery unveil Permitting I shall conquer you?
For my soul was yours the moment First I was found in your gaze Heart gushing crimson torrents Standing in a zombie's daze Sure never to recover self Not really wishing to For life now holds no promise But the one I make to you
I vouch to you my fealty, true My savior and my king Forever I am yours at last For you are everything Standing in your shadow That's where I want to stay Knowing you shall draw me near At the end of every day
With my hands I'll worship you With all of me, I will I'll prove to you my passion At least that is until You take me to the gallows Just like the umpteen others Who knew they'd be forsaken Yet had to be your lovers
When I stand before the orifice And they put my head inside The blade shall not dismember The fact I am your bride Though there have been others And sure, there will be more I'll know I took fate in my hands And evened out the score
For I was born a country maid Poorer than a merchant And now I have lived with the King Not simply as his servant I warmed his bed and calmed him When a fear beset his mind His name in history will resound Mine shall, too, in kind
Death, you shall have me as queen!
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Added on June 26, 2008Last Updated on July 18, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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