Majesty - Tuur Verheyde

She towers over the barren battlefield, 
Her blank slate scoured by blood. 
Shades of ancient sires 
Whisper to the birds.  
The banner of birth.   
A halo of infinity  
Crowns her blond head.  
A glistening goblet rests at her feet.  
Her shield,  
Broken by a star of five,  
Lies drifting on the briars.  
Her armour  
Is wrapped inside a crimson cloak.  
She looks up into the heavens,  
The Lady smiles upon her majesty.
Ravens carry off the corpse of history,  
Wisps of smoke 
Ascend into the smiling skies.  
A future, there is not 
Until she wills it into being.  
Sheathing her blade,  
She lifts a wand from the ground,  
And raises it into the air.  
The seer, the shepherd and the priest  
Bow before her.  
From blood and muck they are raised by her hand.
And by her will 
She remakes their world.




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About the Author: Tuur Verheyde is a twenty-two year old Belgian poet and student, currently completing a Master’s Degree in English, Literature and linguistics at the University of Ghent. Although Dutch is his first language, Tuur writes poetry exclusively in English. His poetry focuses on combining politics, spirituality and highbrow and lowbrow culture.
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