Heiress

Heiress
she whispered a symphony of battle cries,
and emanate cicatrised skin,
the might of us, she did stabilize.
as other men committed sin,
 
she stroked the mane of a platinum lavender,
and radiated a shadowed sword,
she took the role of a bludgeoned warrior,
and like in the nightingale, in the night, she soared.
 
she floored the throneroom with hidden tears,
and drizzle hyacinths to our kingdom,
"off with their heads", she could say with spears,
"i am an heiress", she scintillated with wisdom.