wait for me

The throne sits empty without its King.

For years, I’ve sat alone as Queen.

How long must I keep waiting, my love?

It has been twenty years since that war;

twenty long years of praying to the Gods,

all so I can see you, have you back home.

—

Without you, loneliness shrouds our home.

In the halls, suitors clamor to be king,

And every night, I seek strength from the Gods,

to grant solidity and soundness to this queen.

For I would rather fight a thousand wars

than to revel in another’s love,

—

or to give another even a sliver of my love.

You are my home,

though we were torn apart by war.

You are still my husband, still my king,

and I will never be another’s queen.

This, I swear by the Gods.

I have cursed the fickle will of gods

who tore me from your embrace, my only love.

For years, I’ve wandered, longing for my queen,

drifting farther from the warmth of home.

Through storms and sorrow, I still dream of my king-

dom and you, the only prize worth war.

—

But I am a hollow shell broken by war.

Each battle haunts me like the taunts of gods.

My men, I hear them screaming for their king

as I sacrificed them like lamb all to see my love

and our son, my people, my home.

For what is a king without his people and queen?

—

The winds would howl, yet I will see my Queen.

Your voice, the whisper guiding me through war.

I saw no promise I would ever reach home,

only the mocking laughter of the gods.

I bore their wrath, their torment, for your love,

for you, my heart— All to be your king.

—

For some, war becomes home.

But the wrath of gods did not strip me of my love.

Wait for me, my queen, you will soon have your king.

—

first sestina kinda nervous

#movielover

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