A Thousand Years From Forever (Ten)

A Thousand Years From Forever        
         
Queen Sephora’s Manor  
Scotland           
1700        
       
Yes, I tell you the Queen left the Great Hall and we traveled the winding road out back        
Usually, we brush her hair and read to her before her bedroom retired snack        
It was rather peculiar she said the night wind whispered to her by name        
We dressed appropriately, we uplifted our torches since the midnight hour had already gained        
The Queen was talking to us three, then all of sudden, she was nowhere to be seen        
This feels so surreal, some sort of dream        
       
We heard her screams, and help me please        
Be dug into the soil as far as we could before our tired fingers began to bleed        
And neither of her Ladies-In-Waiting have seen no unusual royal household encountering the Queen’s presence        
No, the Queen has been exiled in this quaint manor, and has made her quite My Lady among some prominent circles in Scotland and as far in England and those aristocrats would tell you our Queen, our Lady of Grace’s bloodline originates back whence        
       
We have every available man’s hand unsettling the terrain        
And it has made the impact to dig farther much easier due to the recent rain        
Please find our Queen, she is needed among her people, since the…. I cannot say, the absence of our beloved King        
The Queen has reigned upon the throne, yet, King Javiah still holds and wear his royal insignia ring        
The atmosphere around here is somber, and it is becoming very intense to withstand        
We need a King, heirs for the continual presiding over of this land        
If we do not find our Queen in a timely manner then the throne settles in the Roman Catholic Church governing body, until there is another King crowned        
That is not what this Sovereign stand upon, or its principle, this Kingdom it was erected on trust, faith, and love in the movement of sound        
       
We will give this immediate matter our fullest attention        
We will handle this affair with discretion as the Royal Council has asked me to mention               
In the meantime, it is to be announced the Queen is away on some foreign business affair, villagers are inquiring of the Queen’s whereabouts        
I think that would be best before her competency becomes scrutinized, more inquires will become evident, without doubt        
As one of her Ladies-In-Waiting, the Queen, has had an unfortunate accident        
Forgive my manners, Inspector, as you can see the Queen’s Ladies-In-Waiting's time is managed by the Royal House staff, and our sworn secrets are valued and deserving, spent        
One minute she was here, the next minute she was gone        
And you stand in our attendance to annoy us with questions that has continued on        
Find our Queen now, sir she is needed here, she is missed        
It's like she was swallowed up by the mist        
       
With respect        
And my apologies ladies if this is frustrated, if this is how you three have felt, after we have met        
That would be all, and please keep me updated if anything out of our ordinary occurs        
Yes, My Lady, I am sure once again we will confer        
And you three ladies, may want to stay off this soil        
The foundation is not study and cannot retain much pressure for mobility to toil        
Those taped off sink holes will become wider, and a body can fall in with, only darkness to survive and no light beams          
Enough Inspector! You are speaking in triviality regarding our Queen        
My apologies, ma’am, as I was nearing to say        
Be careful where you walk, and be aware, with respect, if I may        
Please have the Gardner to survey the landscape        
I do not want you three to have such an unfortunate fate        
That will be enough, sir, the Butler will show you to the door        
And if we have any more questions, we will contact you, you may leave if there’s not anything more.        
       
Waterloo        
Below Sea Level        
       
Royal Revelation Deliverance        
       
Everyone man, woman, and child, bow your head as we kneel in unity        
And by the Crest of my Royal Insignia for the gift Allah has rested upon the Waterloo invested by the Hebrew Crown worn by me        
Our eyes we uplift and wait for all to see        
The Medicine Men must assure this King, and this Kingdom, the woman, who without warning somehow gained access to our consecrated and concealed portals        
My King, My Lord, I do not mean to interrupt, I have the concise report you so graciously requested, sir, yes, she a is female, immortal        
How about the, I need to know is her thigh the beginning of our once upon a time again man, damn        
Is this the one time again, I need to know now, that is a direct order from your Supreme King, I demand        
I am sorry Your Excellence, no rose was embossed upon such delicate skin        
An imposter and not again        
       
And you will not see such markings she is like a virgin, My King, My Lord, this rare lineage crest is there, but this woman was rebirthed        
Medicine Man, before I sign my name my Queen has returned, I will ask you one more time, then to me, your word will be of no worth        
Have the sky brought demise or this King’s Sunshine        
As the Royal’s Sacred Alchemist Seer, your lips, your touches, have been made to rewind        
The force cannot be stopped, it must be told from eyes, going backwards through time        
No one has power of a King, no matter her beautiful legs or lack of a red rose        
My heart to Allah, my monarch and I do not compromise my standards and that is how this King ironclad ruling have fostered times of old        
       
I am a wise and ancient soul        
I was hoping for a Queen to be at my side, and her agenda is to console        
Bring peace to trouble water grievances        
Our intellects blend in the middle as the force of our power uplift the masses no matter where the hooves of our horse gallop, or the gift of the Waterloo’s sacred hedonistic powers, we universally patrol        
I would like to see this.. this, hopefully, a rose        
       
She is a woman, My King, My Lord, and she speaks very little, but understands        
Her eyes, they are hypnotic, they pull at your heart and at your soul and they will softly demand        
She does not know where she is at, as I was walking her around the Garden, she seemed to know where her footsteps have already been        
I do not follow you, Medicine Man, and walked my Garden Of Paradise, and when        
She appears to have accustomed herself to this place        
Without any effort, I say she is to be watched, she is an incarnate of the Higher Divine Oracle, I thought I seen evidence... where it would appear wings where once physically there, the markings are small to the naked eye, but not to escape mine        
Are you telling me she is a Fallen Angel who is here by accident, fate, or by chance        
I will take my last breath of this Waterloo Realm before, I allow any man, woman, or four-legged beast, come to me and not expect a defeat        
My King, My Lord, what fair maiden has fallen into the inner realm of the Waterloo        
Follow me to the Hightower, it is time you meet this woman who has convalescent in our sacred healing mystifying massaging pools        
Her face is covered in case she is a demon or come to curse        
She has been in the silence of darkness after her cocoon slowly burst          
We did not know if she was an alien, someone from above used to spy from Earth        
       
Waterloo        
Below Sea Level        
         
The Golden Palace        
       
Well, what is the final verdict        
To my mind, my heart, my vibe, is this woman a torment or a gift        
I am compelled to inquire before, she can get her wings        
If she is indeed a Divine Earth Angel, if so, then she will remain here and walk with Yoruba Gods and Goddesses, Hebrew Kings, Faraway Ethiopian and Moorish Queens        
       
Where am I, this no way to treat a Queen of noble blood, left in your care        
My eyes are blurry and if I look down, I cannot see the strands of my own curly shoulder length hair        
       
Wait, she speaks        
My King, My Lord, step back in case any radioactive agents began to overspill onto these sacred grounds, and we do not want any toxins begin to leak        
       
The Golden Palace      
The Supreme King’s Royal Bedchambers      
       
Well, it appears the fetching young maiden inquires softly, and it sounds of love        
As the rule under a Hebrew King’s insignia, I request you to turn around from looking out the window at vast lands        
As you wish, sir, who, where am I at his point, please tell me now, as I demand        
You are safe from any mortal man        
Can I please see, whoever you are        
You will be held accountable for this, this has gone on too far        
       
I would like to see the eyes, of the woman who, and without disregard, somehow landed in my Kingdom        
You are to tell the Medicine Man, and my Sacred Alchemist Seer where are you from        
I must uncover your face        
If you bite me, or try anything remotely uncivil, my Knights’ sword will mutilate your flesh in a state of dethroned grace        
‘And what is the fair maiden’s name who has landed in my Kingdom from a lullaby sky’        
But…Javiah, you are alive... Where am I...        
Medicine Man, she is burning up...  
And did you not listen the words she just uttered, and with the star's luck  
Did you hear what she just said, she called out  my ordained name        
Oh, for the love of Allah, I have bowed to you in my darkest hour, I ask with the sword of my Hebrew Divinity, under my mercy, is fate handing me a game          
       
Lift her and follow me, hurry... hurry…she needs to drink some potion from my Healing Cup        
Hurry up!        
Give them some room, give the King some space        
The woman who I hold in my arms, who the winds have gathered, may your energy allow me once again to feel your body's sweeten taste        
Right before you stand in council and answer to adultery, betrayal, then you fled, in your honor I fought for you        
I faced the road from Heaven of Hell        
By Allah’s grace, I am the Supreme Ruler of the Waterloo        
We have that mystic water that would heal any element found in the deepest of our tropic water blues        
       
Am I in… Heaven, hurry man, she is starting to slip into shock        
I need the Herbalist to mend to her aliments and to heal her around the clock        
Don’t you leave me now that I have found you once again in this lifetime        
Once again, a kiss of your lips as remembered was the like drinking from the universe’s sweetest grapevine        
       
Lay her right here in my bed, my fair maiden, do not have any fears        
Everyone in attendance, you all did hear this woman say Javiah, a name I am accustomed to, are you my quiet dream sent to me to erase my ancient uncontested tears        
       
My King, My Lord, you must trust me        
I will stay at the fair maiden's bedside, and this spot I remain to be        
Guards and Knights, protect this Royal Bedchamber like this is your life        
No one is to come near, until I decide if indeed this energy is the vessel of my beloved wife        
       
       
       
       
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