Third 👁️ Eye Spy
The King and The Breeze
A subtle hue dusts her eyes.
Her heart does disguise.
What's hidden deep inside
That only love confides.
For etched between its beats
Lives a King upon his seat
His armour made of steel.
Holds a champions seal
She is living by his sword.
Their unbroken cord
Every footprint in the sand
Marks a step to 'No Mans Land'.
Yet, she'll never walk alone.
Whilst he sits upon his throne
For his crown is bold.
And their tale is still untold.
And their love is wild and wise.
To acute to humanize
Perfect sunlight rays we shine
From a heart that's yours and mine
When our words become unjust
The bond in us we trust
When the lovebirds chirp their song
From a meadow, where we belong
Far and wide, where we can be
Beside the ocean swimming free
No longer incomplete
And lives the King between each beat.
Her heaving bosom reigns defeat
Within his rule, below his sword.
From the hill to loch, to every fjord
Her lips they purse and kiss the breeze.
To thaw the ice that's hard to please.
And poison arrows meet her bow.
To take upon his every foe.
Through the wind, the whisperers
Speak of all her massacres
To honour unto what she holds dear.
And rid her King of every fear.
And whilst his lofty lionheart.
Can maim, can conquer and take apart.
With bare hands, he could shed the skin.
Of every man that 'might have been'.
And so he's etched between her beats.
And sits upon his kingly seat.
And there she keeps their love confined.
The golden cord that fate entwined.