The Queen

You kneel before,

The small brown hill,

Just moments away from the shore.

The heat bombards,

You from above,

The king sends your neck his regards.

You fix your shoe,

And quicken your pace,

Gravel crunching anew.

You breathe through your nose,

And grin as you relish,

The salt that the herald doth blow.

You crest the slope,

And blink in the light,

Your pounding heart flutters with hope.

Your eyes adjust,

But not before,

The herald sprays you with dust.

You raise your hand,

To shield your eyes,

And weather the monarch's command.

At last you may,

Set eyes upon,

Her majesty's deep blue waves.

She beckons you forth,

"Come dance with me,

Why else have you come here to court?"

She says with the roar,

Her blue curls produce,

As they crash and arrive upon shore.

You grin with delight,

A warmth in your eyes,

She is a beautiful sight.

Your gaze lingers on,

Her lilting blue curves,

The graceful white caps thereupon.

You awkwardly make,

Your way through hot sand,

To cool sand where the waves break.

You squeeze your fist tight,

As you wait for the queen,

To kiss your feet, cold and light.

The kiss comes and goes,

And so does the cold,

As her majesty ebbs and flows.

You walk with Her Grace,

As she laps at your feet,

With her no longer biting embrace.

And in her embrace,

You lay yourself bare,

Recounting all your disgrace.

Your hurts and your grudges,

And all your frustrations,

She comforts with her cool nudges.

The king on your shoulders,

The queen at your feet,

Together their presence bolsters.

Your unrest subsides,

Though sometimes you find,

An unpleasant gift from the tides.

The stench of decay,

Attacks and assails,

A black knight who will not away.

You skirt quite around,

The grotesque display,

Wishing the knight had stayed drowned.

But sooner than not,

Your foul thoughts dissolve,

What the Queen consumes, oft is forgot.

You fin'ly arrive,

And sit with a sigh,

Your spirit renewed and alive.

Your questions still there,

But blissful reprieve,

From worries or any despair.

You watch the king set,

Paint the sky blue to red,

And feel a small pang of regret.

For one thing you know,

Is that deep in your heart,

You simply do not want to go.