Her Eminence

Her Greatness sat upon her throne,

Behind her fragile body dragged her makeshift wing cloak.

Eyes that chilled me, a servant to those radiant irises, to the bone.

Millennia old ancestors behind her dragged like a smoke.

That wonderful royal shade of fabric I'll never afford,

Engulfed her body equal to a lover.

Purple like the sky across the sun setting above a fjord.

So close to the touch, yet so far, is this a fate I only suffer?

I cannot describe the shades I see,

I can only name it what I call her, Her Eminence.

But what am I infront of her on my knee?

I can't do anything but beg for her benevolence.