I must hold fast to my strategy
I know that anger erases all rational reflection
My power is mine one which I watch
The hour that is a breeding ground of my fury
Is waiting upon the brink of dawn
In every way I am both mother and queen
Precious children which I raised from their youth
Valiantly banded together beneath a colored flag
An army patiently awaiting my orders
The knowledge revealed to us all of our enemies plans
Hatred burns in my heart
A lust for vengeance awoken within me
This battle field is our final stand
If it becomes our end the kingdom shall be their prize
Our enemy spells death
I know if they succeed
The daughter I love will rise to the mantle of queen
She will be forced to witness the end of an era
This war brings the end of my line
It shall finish off my heralds and friends
So I swear
By all the stars that have ever shone
By all our gods both known and unknown
The intruders will rest under the kiss of my blade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting poem, Naomi.... a perfect 10++++*
WOW, thats very kind of you, no one has ever wanted to rate my poem as a ten before. I am grateful for your input :)