He Comes

Queen of ice
wrought
from violence
pain
victim once
not again.
Strength imbued
haughty
knowing her worth
she shall never crawl
for man
or woman.
She rises above
watching the parade of people
passing through her life
with jaundiced eye
trust never given
hope withheld
a sorry sight.
As sun peeps over the mountain top
come morning time
down the road he walks
drawn by tales of a beautiful witch
unable to be taken in
unable to allow her heart free
bewitched was he.
Was he the one?
To be her hero?
To take her anguish away?
He did not know
realized
all he could do was try
and hope.
Jack of Hearts
he roared into court
prepared for war.
Peacocks abound
all striving for attention
her eyes drawn to his.
Heat shot through
knees buckled in
here finally…..
was the one.
Dec. 17/19
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