A Kingdom of flattened land
as far as the eye can see
of noblemen who rule
and women of nobility.
A Ball for the King
as he searches a bride
all pronounced in beauty
but me no vanity pride.
He, a mare man, of Royalty
a tsunami of jewels and gold
longing for a distinctive sign
of a faithful woman to hold.
I pass goblins and ghouls
perched upon ledge high
eyeing the stunning beauties
but me a peasant passerby.
The night is long drawn
head down I face the door
To which servant announced
the search is no more.
For the dainty maidens so fair
guards gesturing proper escort
for each granted lavished exit
yet refraining me from depart.
One by one they smile in cordial
polite as they enter the new night.
I last in humble farewells
beseech a voice of tender might.
A statue of grand stature
a presence of gracious Matisse
a kindness to his core
an abode of tranquil peace.
He took my hand to lead me
to dinner and dance so true
we shared and stole moments
under sky deep dark blue.
His words faintly heard
this unforseen, I had not
for me draped in his vision
may his yearning never stop.
Next words: proceed, lead, right
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