The Queen.

Have you ever looked into a fire?

No, I do not ask if you have ever seen one. The question isn’t as simple.

I ask you, have you ever stared into its depths? Felt the heat emanating from the depths of the burning red, let it fill you up with its warmth, drowned yourself in the tranquility of the soft, melodic crackling of embers. Felt the power of the all-consuming flame.

Have you ever looked into a woman’s eyes?

No, I do not ask if you have seen them. The question isn’t as simple.

I ask you, have you ever matched your eyes with hers? Felt the emotions which cannot be expressed in puny words echoing in her irises- the longing, the desire, the admiration?

Have you ever lost yourself in her music stirring up your soul, and felt the flavourful magic that’s missing from your life reaching out to you?

She looks at you, never saying a word, a quiet understanding passing in between you two. The intensity is such that no matter how hard you try, you are unable to keep the connection. You meet her gaze, but then you look away, your heart hammering in your chest.

There is something about her look, her way, that captivates your senses, leaving an imprint upon your mind and soul. All the grit and courage, your skill built through toiling in the fields under the baking sun falters in front of her. The armour you wear, designed to stop the sword of the mightiest of warriors you meet, shatters into oblivion.

The madness in this circumstance leaves you incoherent. You become a puppet to her whims. Other pursuits in life pale in comparison to receiving a single glance from her.

Have you ever had a long night, when it’s impossible for you to be restful enough to fall asleep? Or sat back at work, remembering the legends and tales of the old masters, and wondered whether these eyes which haunt you will one day be a legend of their own?

It’s a long descent into the abyss of madness. You do your best to escape, to climb out of the pit, yet you betray yourself and fall back.

For I have stood upon the precipice of mountains, felt the breeze rush in my ears, and dug my coat a bit more tightly around me. The wind is vibrant and refreshing, every breathe I take draws in a multitude of memories, tales of nostalgia to be told of for years to come.

Yet, I’ve been unable to forget them. Those lovely, lovely eyes.

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Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
and wouldn’t you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
and who will be her lover?

All your life you’ve never seen a
woman, taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven, will you ever win?