Power Of Powers Poem by Patti Masterman

Whore out the darkness,
Set it to dreams,
Fantasies stirring
In the distant gleam.

The swirling grayness
Become castle or moat
A princess needs saving;
A pirate's foul gloat,

A ring on fair finger,
Fine shackle of gold
Meant only for ladies,
In dungeons so old.

The fair sex fair game,
In the collector’s hoard;
Damsels on arms
Of great feudal lords.

The power of powers
Behind the throne room-
For he withholds their alms
When she holds back her boons.