On a fair day the King presented a gift to her.
She was not a fair princess, an enchanting songstress, or a dutiful wife.
But she was to the King every single while,
Beautiful in his sight.
She was fearless,
Her courage can rival the bravest men of the lands.
Her words inspired wisdom in the folks she met,
And, although her small talents were not quite spectacular,
She mended the hearts of the dismayed as she wept for them.
She brought to life,
Things that were thought to be expired or broke,
An authentic gusto,
A joy in soothe that came with promises of hope.
So pain was never in vain,
And there was always another way.
So the King told her that she was so very precious
Even on those days when her shine seems to dim to the nights
The divine King blessed her with a love that never fails.
In the best of his gifts,
A celestial band opens all
Doors heavy and heaving at her.
Her forever wings of endurance.
- Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities.