Two great rubies
My most precious birthright
Were stolen by the regent of the kingdom.
Standing on the mountain, wings
The time has come to call them home.
The time is ripe for recompense and reparation.
Dusty bones straddle the throne,
Glass fingers clutch what has always been
Now I see
he has been a prisoner
Her magic is black and
Stronger than ever.
Time has changed her form but not
Ready for a fight
A white wind opens the window and
“I forgive you.”