reign

Your reign is still on

In the river that builds

Between the crevices -

Of your stones.

When it dries up -

Filled with only

The purple of your aura.

It’s where the fairies bridge

To sing -

So that only the sky

Will meet your sting.

Yet it heals again

Back to its reign.

With the purple

From lost poison.

Just one day

To burn

The very same reign

That built your vengeance

Upon the ones

Who stole your crown.

But see, she is whole again.

Crevices filled - stained rose gold.

Now the dew circulates

And the river runs.

You are already awake darling.