Putting on the helmet that's made me look a Viking,
I realized that nothing else could make me as striking!
I'm Queen and you be the king,
But that doesn't explain why towards me they take a better liking!
When I come out, honoured to bow before me are my citizens,
And I shall recite tales of that to whoever listens!
Majestic am I in the people's eye,
And to me, brave and fearsome are thy!
I address my people as they listen enraptured,
their silence a magical spell that can't ever be captured!
Once I'm deemed prepared to hunt my prey,
You stand before me, ready to lead the way!
Among the crowds when I do occassionally encounter a fool,
You are all that helps to maintain my cool!
I attempt to forever hide my nature of a teen,
behind the powerful facade of the Warrior Queen!
A/N: So I wrote another poem today, It's written to my idol, who died last night. He was an invaluable person to the people of my country. I want to post it as soon as possible, either later today, or tomorrow. Right from the previous poem, to the next one, need to be edited. But that's a task for sometime later. Anyone guess who that idol might be?
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PoetryThis is a poetry collection, along with some free-verse. A lot of timeless thoughts, feelings and ideas have been shared, which you will enjoy, with every oncoming poem. Ongoing, with more than 2-3 updates every month. I promise, if you have a flair...
