Red Flower
She moved with the elegance of a simpler time
The beauty of a forgotten generation
From an age of glorious kingdoms
A modern day portrayal of an ancient mystique
She spoke with the bashfulness of a child
Yet, had the self-assurance of a winter storm
A red flower protruded the steams of her golden tresses
It sang to us all
The harmony was soft
The rhythm subtle
He was reserved
Reserved in the shadows of youthful nervousness
But... beneath his quivers
Lay the courage of a fighter
Eyes as deep as the oceans
A heart that beat slow
Marvelous auras accompanied his presence
A gentleman that could take the hand of a nymph
or lead a queen into courtship without objection
Or so he aspired...
Because in this performance he knew all too well
It would be ages of trial and toil
before he would embody these virtues
For now he could only dream
And to dreams he escaped
Selling away a lifetime of deeds for moments of wonder
His fantasy manifested in a single adornment
The red flower and its blissful hymn
