tarbaby's blog: "some poetry I wrote"

Speaketh not, to me, this night 
of what the morn may bring 
Not of duty nor of oath 
Not of kingdoms nor of Kings 

Let us stead whisper words as lovers both 
Layeth aside thy scepter and thy crown 
I wilst put away mine royal crest 
and cast mine sword into the ground 

Let us taste the wine upon eachothers lips 
as they meet in sweet surrenders kiss 
Forsaking all the outside world 
for this moment of tender bliss 

I seeketh not a treasures hold 
Not of title nor of fame 
For all mine heart could ever want 
is for thee, to whisper mine name 

And to hold me there within thine heart 
wherest none other mayest be found 
and cometh to me as the moon sits high 
and once more put aside thy crown 

For with the morrow, should I face, 
Treason, or a traitors death 
Know my love, I wilst whisper thy name 
With my very last breath