Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2018
Oureana, young and beautiful
Rests in her den of lavish comfort,
Looks from her Moorish palace balcony,
Sipping honey from a wooden bowl.
Draped in red damask and easter green,
She watches the soldier ride below.
"Princess, do not look at him!"
Softly comes the desperate hum
Of a servant overlooked and ignored.
"Even now I wish you peace,
To hear the crack of battle nevermore."
Updated Nov. 5, 2018.
Dawnstar
Written by
Dawnstar  out of the blue
(out of the blue)   
551
   winter sakuras and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems