THE PLEDGE
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The cloth of gold and streamy silk
Embraced the features of the Queen
The dawn denied all quarrels of the mist,
Enchanted by the lightening beam.
The Queen unveiled, the Queen rebelled
In silence of her distant dreams,
She is the Queen of instant change,
The One to make it sound as a pledge,
The One that speaks with any whim.
The hand of Love and never-ending thirst
Fell down on the chest, the shell of heart.
It was a binding of unknown words,
The world of chains that caused revolts
And unforeseen beam of light.
Two bound souls laid down under cloth of gold
The streamy silk ran faster than the time
The Queen dissolved behind the throne
To make the Love to find her far upfront.
21-09-2015 ©Roksolana Zigon