a queen walks among you

a queen walks among you
one moment she is dressed in finery
they paint patterns of powdered silver on her skin
they place dresses of the vast world upon her
silks of the far lands and cloth of the finest embroidery
her hair, spun with gold, a blessing both loose and long
and tight and braided, styles of the of royalty and maidens
the people dance with her and she takes their hands
worn, rough and dirty she takes them in her own and they forget of what life is for just a moment
the queen remembers what that was like, a fresh memory
she laughs and winter ends
because winter falls far too in love with her laughter
it would surrender its wrath just to hear her again and again

a queen marches among you
one moment she is dressed for war
her iron is painted with blood, blood of her enemies, the unrighteous, the evil
she is a beauty in armor, wrathful yet wonderful
her sword is a weapon, sharp and light
it spins in her hands like a wooden pole as she slashes through legions
yet she is not alone, an army of her loyalists behind her, thundering across the plane with hoof and foot
they believe and so does she
war is a terrible act but all are human and thus war comes
her cries of a speech remind them what this is and what it will always be
morale is what her words bring and when the time comes
when horses charge across the plain
and men begin to fight for their lives
she raises her sword and she screams
the world would bend and break for her
for she is a queen
a queen like no other