Captain Word's Lament

The taffeta princess wants to take the hill
So we stomp forward to the crest
Why should we give our very lives
Take from the dark prince
Give it all to silken queen
We want a quiet field somewhere
With a gentle milking cow
A child to read our stories
A wife to kiss our brow
Instead we slog through knee-deep mud
As she sips wine from gilded cups
Considers ruby markers on a map
That tell her in some abstract frame
Where our company spends the day
In some forsaken winter bog
To her we are some simple marker
That to win her futile game
She may put in to the box
We have no love for her name
Knowing that our very lives
Are tokens to the silken fox


  1. Honey

    Honey on 01/28/2006 12:43 a.m. #

    <br />
    Queen's Calling<br />
    <br />
    Oh put your showy swords away<br />
    Naïve hot headed boy<br />
    You speak well in acknowledgement<br />
    I could consider you but a woman's toy<br />
    So would you watch this kingdom crumble<br />
    To dwell in ruins on barren ground<br />
    In attempting to preserve the honour<br />
    Of your nominal princely crown<br />
    <br />
    It is impossible for me<br />
    To deny that which I am<br />
    Do you think your bladed pen<br />
    Can force my royal hand<br />
    I have no intention to raise sword<br />
    Against the statute of your crown<br />
    Yours serves as the stability<br />
    And protection of my own<br />
    <br />
    My rule has been established<br />
    Through much blood and sacrifice<br />
    My soldiers are not new recruits<br />
    To our warring's never ending strife<br />
    Their service surely has been bought<br />
    At very costly price<br />
    But their allegiance is unto death<br />
    And their combat is precise<br />
    <br />
    Your own impetuous nature<br />
    Is your crowns only obstruction<br />
    If you challenge my ingenuity<br />
    You will bring your own destruction<br />
    Brandishing your soldiers<br />
    In a display of male hostility<br />
    You'll discover to your determent<br />
    Reveals your vulnerability<br />
    <br />
    What soldier could give his swords loyalty<br />
    To one weakened by fair of face<br />
    Or one who refuses the Queen's name<br />
    Lest it should culminate in his pain<br />
    Beware young prince your own weakness<br />
    Our service is unto the white<br />
    If we shared in your shadow of darkness<br />
    We would all become prisoners of night<br />
    <br />
    I myself am but a conception<br />
    Of a designer bent on war<br />
    To test the strengths and weaknesses<br />
    Of those who will stand and fall<br />
    My subjects deem it as honour<br />
    Subordination under me<br />
    When they know me not as oppressor<br />
    But as their sanctuary

  2. Honey

    Honey on 01/28/2006 4:48 a.m. #

    <br />
    The following poem is written purely for the pleasure of the writer.<br />
    It must not be used in any way shape or form to destabilise the Queen’s position. <br />
    Bla bla jargon...bla bla bla. <br />
    Anyone found to be in breach of this agreement will be punished to the full extent of the law ie. heads will roll.<br />
    <br />
    I disagree<br />
    Return to the main page<br />
    <br />
    I agree<br />
    Proceed to the poem <br />
    <br />
    <br />
    <br />
    Upon the reading of these words <br />
    Shoots through me agonizing pain<br />
    From where comes this intense feeling <br />
    That my life is but in vain<br />
    If my sword where at the ready<br />
    I should fall on it at this whim<br />
    I despise that he would write this<br />
    I never asked of this from him<br />
    <br />
    My name, my sweet name<br />
    Will never know his love<br />
    <br />
    But when the time comes that his lover<br />
    Spurns the voice that once she spurred<br />
    Will he breathe the name of one<br />
    That hung upon his every word<br />
    <br />
    When he looks at pitted walls of beige<br />
    Craving rich life there instead<br />
    Will he breathe the name of one<br />
    And dream of her fire red<br />
    <br />
    As he wanders through the market place<br />
    And sees ripe mangos in the stall<br />
    Will he breathe the name of one<br />
    Who charged love of flowers as a flaw<br />
    <br />
    At sight of sword wielding soldiers<br />
    Or a princess in pink gown<br />
    Will he breathe the name of one<br />
    Who would fight to save her crown<br />
    <br />
    When he’s thumbing through a book<br />
    And he finds the pages torn<br />
    Will he breathe the name of one<br />
    Who bore her jealousy to scorn<br />
    <br />
    As he lays within the field<br />
    Admiring the beauty that surrounds<br />
    Will he breathe the name of one<br />
    For whom sunlight tuition has been found<br />
    <br />
    In his future attempts to fathom<br />
    His own reasoning of love<br />
    Will he breathe the name of one<br />
    And wonder what hers could consists of<br />
    <br />
    He will never love her name<br />
    Of that I can be sure<br />
    But if I knew that once he’d breathed it<br />
    I should ask of nothing more<br />
    <br />

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