you wait
on the fringes of dreams
just out reach
so patient
so hopeful
so certain
you wait
each breath a promise
a hint of destiny
with every beat
with every sigh
with every whisper
you wait
shining like sunshine
knowing one thing
this is true
this is perfection
this is inevitable

I’ve started a strange story about a woman who is basically trapped by the men of her family to live this suppressed life until they can figure out how to use her for their own means. She is surrounded by her Guard, a rotating group of male warriors whose only job is to protect her and follow her orders. By day she plays the docile lady but by night she’s the Mistress of her Guard.

Yeah, let’s see where that goes. 😉