Captive Queen, Cast In Velvet And In Steel (9) Poem by Captain Cur

By all the mercies fate has stamped its seal
And cast thy heart in velvet and in steel;
In velvet then both softness and delight,
In steel thy raised sword gleaming in the light,
For both are as one, though dissimilar
Crafted in excellence to touch and shield.
Thy spirit's flame imbued in thee at birth
A beacon to guide this wayward earth,
If then to ask what difference can thou make
Look! Mountains tremble and the earth does quake.
Days of war have been brought down upon us
Our bones and blood spur our horses rush
Thy hair streaming in continuous air
In waves of pageantry, in waves of fear!