The Poetess

Mutual feelings between her and her words—

They could not find life without her

Nor could she live without them.


In a kingdom that tended to listen

She looked down at her visible hands

And so

The people followed.


They esteem her with respect

Because her mind-flight stirs

The white children and their raven writers.


By believing in her own verse

She knows she is a queen and a priestess

Born to bring about hope

In an eternal concord of faces. 


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