fierce red-tooth'd Infanta
of a kingdom of
fire, of copper,
and of sun-drenched orange blossoms.
ride your sky-lion
youngest princess of the old
rich hair tangled with its roars.
she wept for joy and
laughed for the immeasurable brightness of life.
her sword is her lantern, her lover, her life;
she shakes the battlements
O our Infanta, sweet sister of mine!
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
fierce red-tooth'd Infanta
of a kingdom of
fire, of copper,
and of sun-drenched orange blossoms.
ride your sky-lion
youngest princess of the old
rich hair tangled with its roars.
she wept for joy and
laughed for the immeasurable brightness of life.
her sword is her lantern, her lover, her life;
she shakes the battlements
O our Infanta, sweet sister of mine!
I meant to write my baby sister a poem, and finally got around to it...she didn't like it, but she's nine, so eh.
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