Clad in gold, the goddess of sovereignty takes to her steed.
A bird holds the ribbon of her veiled coif in it's beak. She looks, but, it cannot hold her back.
Ah! Memory of the folly of youth.
Self-conflict prevails, yet, as is her way, she firmly holds the reins.
She flies across the sea to new life. The lover on the distant shore stands at the seawall, waiting, peering through the fog.
Spouse of her destiny!
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2 comments:
That sounds amazing.
Well, thanks!
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