Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Missy, dry your tears and straighten your crown, for a setback is only the gift of time. As redirection is for a better sight.

As the heart sings, music plays, the words from his lips.
An attractive stranger, sings the song of heart, his words full of charm.

At night, with the moon, where the sky is full of glittering stars, ready to shine above kingdom night.

A fitted dress, for the queen, here will no longer be a prison of fear, as she straightens her crown.

For a realm of fallen kings, the beard speaks words, the queen drys her tears, on sound of his charm.

As the land now recovers of the war from the past. It is time to allow the wizard”s wand, invoke a king to queen’s call.

As the queen stands in the light, after the dark, the beard speaks again.

With the knights table, to defend the good and fight the evil, the Kingdom flourishes into a nation as the queen’s rule is fair to all.

© Elke T.B. Stevens. 08/07/2020