Leucadia Royal

-Leucadia Royal-
by
Keaton Foster



She is the Queen
Metaphorically enslaving
An entire nation
Subjugated lemmings
Following her blindly
Without an ounce of question
Damned are those who speak
Talking out of turn in her world
Is such a dangerous thing
Off with their heads
Is her patented catch phrase
She knows nothing of hesitation
She often acts on the side of caution
At the gate she is standing
Just pointing the way
Out there, a perilous Eden
She will dare not betray
The power of her right
And will of every given life
Many of men have been
Sent to their doom
Via her misguided womb
She has not a spec of pity
Nor an ounce of sympathy
All that she has is apathy
She reserves it for those
So unlike her
He, the noblest of man
Stands no real chance
But he will go anyway
Before he passes her side
For the very last time
He stops and deeply looks
Into her soulless eyes
He says, my Queen
For you I will try
And thus
For you I shall die
There are just too many
Dragons out there
That need to be slayed
All of the other knights
The ones before me
Have all been killed
No doubt
Ripped limb from limb
Then of course
Burnt to a crisp
I am the very last
Your only real chance
Sad for you
That it has come down
To a man like me
My Queen, Leucadia Royal
I’ve never liked that name
The one given to you
By the now deposed king
A headless symbol of times past
A reminder just in case some forget
I’ve only ever called you
My Queen high above
Below, I have come to reside
I am a servant to the crown
A master of the bent blade
Imperfect perfection
And then some
Before this day
I was left to my own defenses
Now I know that I must fight
Against unimaginable odds
What fools often feel the need to do
Amazed are those untrue
They just don’t understand
Because they believe in nothing
Nothing will never be more
Nothing will never be noble
Leucadia Royal, my Queen
My reason to be justified
Upon the deadliest of mission
For both God and country
For both Queen and kingdom
Blessed am I, so seemingly my life
The one about to be ended
Will mean more than most peasants
Turned into novice sword smiths
To you, my Queen I offer an effort
That without question will fail…


Leucadia Royal
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013