1The tick of her heart fell triumphantly
To a medley of ice chimes and the wind,
Both of which seized that chamber's aged hollows
Through years of shame (and so virtues rescind).
The tock was awaited, yet understood
That the whole of that heart pulsed but in part,
And so the azure dominars of life
Swam 'round the chimes (so did virtues depart).
When no full beat there fell, the tear-wells dried;
The cold of the chimes floated on the breeze,
Wrapping her eyes in melodic tundra,
Cold, barren, pierced (and so the throne did freeze).
The fair countenance of the royal guard
So proudly stood 'round their lord's chamber-walls,
Guarding it in part from the warmth of love
Which once there dwelt (so that bloodline did fall).
The deed is now done, with years passed besides,
And still sits the lord on his throne of ice,
Awaiting a party long ago due,
But never come (for 'twas ambushed by vice).
And she still awaits the pending pulse-beat,
Long ago due but so too never come,
As the blue blood of queens flows through her heart,
A mote for the king (to protect his kingdom).
7/26/05