Wait
Hold still
Let me rub the dirt from your cheek
Eyes downcast
Hands trembling
Be not so meek
If I were to call you "princess,"
Would you believe me?
Gather your things
We leave tonight
I will take care of you
Guard your honor
and Guard your heart
Your father awaits you
Beyond the Aulays
Harsh peaks as earth's teeth
Where the lands of Keven lay
I am your servant
your protector
your slave
Trust in me
The eyes of Kizu watch us
And with shadowy hearts thirst
For the blood of the Keven Princess
Take my hand
Author notes
As the King of Keven dies he sends for the daughter of his banished wife, the heir to throne of the only human kingdom in the wilder north.
He sends the now masterless swordsman once ruled by a child.
A contest entry
- Your Maverick Prewrites . . . by RatherImaginative.
925 points, ended October 16, 2008, 67 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Respect is asked for, given and understood... :)
Comments
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I am developing a greater appreciation for poems that tell stories of fantasy like this one. It makes me wonder if the swordsman will end up falling in love with his charge. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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