for you,
whose cerulean eyes mirrored oceans,
bountiful of spirited life
and treasures galore,
we pledge allegiance to your every
graceful wave and say,
calm like the shallowest of ponds,
yet deeper than even
the most vile of wounds.
for you,
whose purest dreams led to a throne of all things,
of polished pearls etched
with the tales of what made you great,
of why we love you,
why our bruised hands remain energised
to fulfill your every desire,
of why we obey you,
why we worship you.
for you,
whose fragile body rests atop your dreams,
your slender fingers twirling ebony locks,
as our voices echo your name,
haunting every feeble crumble and crack,
boasting of you, the Queen of our hearts,
of our very souls.
for you,
we remain loyal; we uttered our vows
an eternity past,
to protect you from what harm
may befall you,
of those who dared believe they were
far, far greater than you
when we all knew you were simply
too good to be true.
for you,
and for you only, our Queen
we shall perish,
knowing those cerulean eyes shall ever
be watching us
even in the white peaks of heaven,
and those dainty fingers shall always
polish the treasures we fought
for the sake of you.
for you,
we shall always be
and will always be
your darlings forever more.
because those pearls
shall always remind you
of
our
names...
will they not?
YOU ARE READING
It (#Wattys2016)
Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
