By Athena Stairs, 2016
There was daylight in the night time
And it drew me from my sleep
Others were out, the horses came down
And were playing on the beach
There was a selfish queen
Whom no one seemed able to please
Her wiseman called in strangled tone
My mistress – be at peace!
He pulled from inside his vest
Into glowing light for her behest
One drop of gold-purple elixir
With youth as final trickster
I descended onto the sand
To stand before the man
Then bent my head – extending tongue
Until upon he dropped the sun
This shimmering, vibrant orb
I fought to not absorb
As sought out one fine mare
Deep glossed and of regal air
Then kissed her soft velvety lips –
This love that I was born to miss
In passing through – the old age flew!
Replaced by hard bone, muscled sinew
Her status now to rule the expanse
Her daughter, my duty to suckle.
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