Ashes

The Queen ascends to the awakening skies

Out of the ashes she triumphant will rise

Her Lord and King will come again

Bringing with Him the glorious train

Of saints and angels gone before

Already entered through heaven’s door.

All her bonds will instantly cease

The turmoil and trial will transform to peace

All will be well, still, as it is now

Residing in majesty as her Lord does allow

All troubles are vanquished before her feet

No other loves in her heart can compete

With the one true love of her Saviour King

Her voice and heart forever sing…

The Final renown

Who will wear the victor’s crown

Which will have the final renown

Who will renounce foolish ways

Everlasting life display?

Who will stand in the final hour

Facing squarely death’s power

Overcome by blood alone

Mount the everlasting throne?

Who will vanquish the crows conceit

The darkness and death to defeat

Wear the crown and robe so right

Dwelling ever in the sunlight?

Who will be left at the end of the game

Still on the board with cards again?

The final renown all their own

The mighty warrior fatefully shown

Protection

He stands behind her, the protection behind her throne

She in turn loves him and loves him alone

He is her Lord and Saviour, her conqueror and her King

She will be his portion and loving hearts to bring.

Her power is universal for his is her constant guide

She travels through a weary world with an effortless glide

The power of kings is with her behind her majesty

Endowed on her person by the king of kings so free

Nothing will harm or hurt her – ever loving her Lord

She his mighty Queen and forever by her adored. 

Fencing

Cut and thrust the blade through the silken dress

Undress the love that covers her shame and bless

The loving life with your rampant charms

Beware the repartee and the lunge that will finalise your harm.

Over analyse the static stance of a willing heart

Too late you have realised her deepest lovers part

Passing up the right to thrust the final blade

Into a heart so full of woe and deaths lonely shade.

Flick and stab the knife into the wounds of love

No going back to the days of rampant love

Only the steady drip of the bloods cold stream

Will fulfil the destiny of a heart that has to dream

Of something coming to deliver from the wound

And you to cut and thrust the sword of eternal doom

Loving Lord you are not, but one will come her wounds to cauter

And satisfy every longing emotion that belongs only to her…

Fallen

The King has fallen into darkness overcome by the foe

She stands over him longing ready for the arms to throw

Around her fragile body – he who left her now is dead

Conquered by the enemy and lost his lovers bed.

Who will love this frail and longing Queen so wild

Lost so suddenly without friend or love beguiled

He overcame her long ago and lingered by her side

She stand alone now, facing life without her love allied.

As she weakens to the fateful prophetic dream

Her eye lifts with her heart in life’s ever-flowing stream

She must carry on and not let her love drift

For another day she herself will find the shift

To another realm for away where her love has gone

Her heart beats again and her powerful mind is strong.

The King has gone, but not the Queen

Alone she stand authority now her mortal screen

To protect her psyche and her love to remember true

All other future loves she will now ever eschew

Come, my loving master, live in me again

You have been my portion and will be now my tragedienne

I will overcome all ill, regret, disappointment and past, shame

Living life as was meant to live it over and over again.

Second coup

The body of White Pawns advance against their Queen

The outcome unknown and unseen 

Sally out from the ranks, rank outsiders 

Trying to gain significance as rampant sliders

Only one slide to beat them all into submission

Their challenge to her authority rank admission

Of folly in the ranks of her faithful soldiers

Responsibility now upon her narrow shoulders.


He stands behind in a mood of sweet relief

His Queen will now know his feeling of grief

That he let her down and left her in the arms of hate

Sorry now, maybe too late to kindle love of late

Feeling cold in the grave of eternal gloom

Love bereft and the icy hand of fate has sealed his doom.


She stands in front, in front of the battle lines

Standing upright and thin and wan as midnight chimes

Too late for her to search for love again

She faces the battle lines one more time with pain

Snapping at her ankles so fine and yet so strong 

The final plunge into the fight, to fight the wrong…

The Coup

Their attempt was always doomed to fail

Against their king in chain mail

They cannot match that might exterior

Their stout hearts in a warm interior

Search out the cold heart that lurks within

The white king and his bride so thin

She left his side to stand with another

More noble but a knave and a brother

They cannot hold that mighty heart

That glides through the corridor of suffering

And emerges every time with nothing

But power and love far above their puny hearts

Can ever attain and never find the part

Of her true love that belongs to another still

The rampant God and His holy will

Sides with the puny and the homeless state

Where she gravitates and lovers pate

She leads them on to overcome both kings

She will victorious rule over all and bring

All unholy reigns into submission to the Lord

Of heaven and earth and all will be adored. 

Pawns will overtake the state of royal bliss

Pull down the thrones of the unhappy tryst

All will be peace at last under the rule

Of the King of all Kings eternal footstool.

Black Crows

He hovers over the Black Crows

They know power more than he knows

Up and down the board they glide

Waiting for their Queen’s slide.

Menacing and dark their castle are

Never once to brighten a star

Loveless, lifeless rooks and ravens

Keeping us all out of the heavens.

Break the bonds of chains so free

Duped and hopeless chickeree.

Hoping no one will intimidate

Cowards all with mouth agape.

Leave then loitering in the back row

Their own agenda they will soon show

Murder and mayhem most foul

Given up for dead their immortal soul.

Demise

Knight and Lords planning certain

Bishops whisper behind the curtain

Her demise is on the cards of love

Thunder rumbles from above.

The knives flash at one hundred paces

Hate crumples all their faces

Intent runs in every vein races

Her end is in sight destiny traces.

Unbeknown to her subtle fate

She glides down the avenues of hate

Unknowing, unfeeling their base intent

She refuses their advances- away sent.

The chain mail rattles in the hall

Overcome with treachery all

None worthy of her grand design

Her love on the altar of her and mine.

The King steps in to save her skin

She is his Queen, his lovers kin

All they fall into their own pit

She on the throne will still sit…

Aces high

He holds all the cards – all the Aces

Putting you victoriously through your paces

Have no fear it is a fake spook

Hit it with the truth of the book

The Aces fly 

High in the sky

Watch them tumble and turn

Right over the sun and moon

They will fall soon into the lap of you

Bringing you safety in the vault of blue

Rise up now, put the beast to death

Wrangle out of it it’s last breath

It will fall as the Aces rise

With you triumphant in the majestic skies.