Child's Play: The Lady And The Crows Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Not so many a time ago,
There was a woman with a skin of snow.
She nestled atop a hollow bastion
That even the knights trembled in their stations.
Not so many a time ago,
There was a woman with the eyes of a crow
She perched atop the moonlight’s fire,
And the Sun tarnished in the azure’s mire.

But then the tales died too soon,
And the clocks failed to raze and croon.
Now, this woman with a sultry haze
Incinerated the fields with a rampant blaze.
All the knights scoured in fear,
Even one said, “Such a fire that sears! ”
The shadows lurked from the rear,
As the chariots rummaged gear by gear.

”Search the fields for this violent flare.”
The commander yelped, manning his mare.
”Up the hollow bastion, Sire.”
The commander beamed his spear that singed with ire.
The towering bastion trembled sternly
As the knights heard the woman’s blarney
”My dear sirs, you amaze me with such chivalry!
But none of this could ebb my fury! ”

And the woman unleashed her chestnut brown locks
That sepulchral crows fled in flocks
By the sheer terror of this woman’s beauty
That even the beasts are shaken with insecurity.
”Sir, we are no match for this woman’s prowess!
Even the heavens are cleaved – we are under duress! ”
The commander lifted his chin and smiled a little,
”Like a rose, dear comrade, this lady will whittle.”

The knights fled, and they let her be
As she destructed all that was left in the tapestry -
The commander wrote upon his memoir:
”I have set my eyes, stern upon this war
That even the Sun failed to exude a nonchalant char.
We have left the lady who gushed like snow
As she relished upon the scent of crows.”