My heart for my King
10 November 2025

The night sleeps
under writhing stains
Dusk had torn
my remains
Every day the maiden weeps
the knight was unborn

I held fate
within open palms
Right or left
now instate
my hands expert in the theft
devoid of all qualms

Silver boon
taken out of place
Angered moon
bent on fire
throws me in deepest disgrace
circumstances dire

My nerves twitch
my quest a lost lamp
through the rain
dark and damp
though the light my eyes bewitch
show my lion’s mane

Shed my skin
Forbid this aching
Expend pain
now within
My soul would remit again
my heart for my King 

Slow he hides
within December
by rules abides
though will strong
Heart lit by brightest ember
with mine sings along

Reading of the poem:

Tha Oriana - Haunt me forever