The Silver Queen
Johnclarestokes
He would stop along the way to some humble
abode and ask intently why no interest
Why she had land and horses and the best family
Are you just of another persuasion?
And she’d assure him not and pray just someway
to get away
For the evening was coming
When under the cover of darkness
to slip away and meet the Silver Queen
to lie in the watermelon fields and listen
as the coyotes and hounds called to her
The girl with the horses long since sleeping
dreaming of her coming preacher boy
but he never came
For he too was under the spell of the
Silver Queen
And it wasn’t until years later
The grandson came
But by then the old preacher
Upon his dying bed
could only gaze into his eyes
without a word
That’s the price one pays
to give his love to the Silver Queen
her gestation measured in years
the grandson exiled to her island.
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