i have visions of you emerging, in your grace
out of the water
unclothed, in your purity, you wade out
i have visions of you sitting on a throne.
your seneschal resplendent in his white frock, lowering the crown onto your head.
You simper, but your eyes are as cruel as stone.
I have visions of you standing before the altar.
Throwing your crown down before his feet.
it shatters and time becomes irrelevant.
love and life, fear and history, all temporary.