On a moonlit path, the master went on scheming
“I shall acquaint my lovely Queen with magic spells and potions,
So she will know the art of pleasure and devotion
Then in battle heart to heart,
She shall lie upon the bed
With half-closed eyes
As shy as a gazelle.”
Then another thought crossed the arcane adept
Arousing royal visions at odd angles and degrees
“For it may come to pass her majesty prefers to ride the steed,
So she will look down upon me
Eager and agitated in the deed
She shall shout out her affections
Then reverse position and inflections
Around and around
Like a wheel turning
My queen shall kiss my heart
That is now for her burning.”
Having traveled from afar
Along the mountain path
He stood on a ledge with staff in hand
The banners fluttered on the towers
Where summons lay in beds of flowers,
(Or years in the castle dungeon)
“Ay, my Queen awaits,
And I, her subject must adhere.
In the solace of her chamber
To her summons and decrees.”
Image generated by @litguru using Stable Diffusion software. The image depicts a mystic up a mountain pass (supposedly on his way to the queen). I wrote the poem first and then queried the SD for an image. I enhanced the output with Olympus OM software
Very nice friend, I imagined for a moment to be that mystic where he just wants to try to conquer the queen, in the end we all have dreams or goals that help us not to deviate and we insist a lot to get them, thanks for this piece and very nice image, I just wish that in the end that mystic had a happy ending =D
Thank you @joseitosanchezs! We all have powerful imagination, and especially when young, we're all always scheming in matters of love. The mystic and the queen are likely going to have a fun time. :)
I loved your writing about mystical admiration @litguru .Very good, thanks for sharing.
Thank you @artrender!