The irony of it all
No longer king of my world
A fair queen has taken my place

Many years have passed
since the lady entered my castle
I couldn't explain why
I felt no need to expel her
Perhaps it was love

One sweet word from her lips
was enough to make me send
the wrathful armies against even
the most innocent of men

The jester dances foolishly
to distract me from her bewitching ways
The advisors tell me not to pursue
for damage is all that may come

So subtle her machinations
that I did not bear witness
to her slowly furthering her way inside me,
burrowing like an animal in the ground

Conversely her efforts were minimal
She was not trying intentionally
to be won over, it was just nature
I hadn't even spoken of my thoughts

My dereliction of duty will not go unanswered
I'm waiting for a different kind of glory
The kind that sees love give herself
over to me freely, body and soul

I flaunt my plumage in an attempt
to champion my cause to this royal to be
I've sent the ivory knight to fight
the white serpent and held grand
parades in her honor

I've arranged a symphony to be written
The maestro is a madman
He helped none

Her heart is mine but also that of another
While still with him I shall cherish
the possibilities of the future

Today I ride on the backs of lions
Perhaps this will help the cause
I will fight bravely only to come up short
where it truly matters

When all is said and done she will be mine
Time is the only obstacle
For now I will pause and pray

The doubt is present but the longing is too
Fate can be a cruel partner to gamble with
when all your cards are showing
The wondering mind says there are no guarantees

The amorous curse that has befallen
my head flies high
like a black bird calling in the night
Quothe the raven, kiss my ass

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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