Before His Time
He chose himself.
Romance sold her a myth of an ever adoring suitor laying down his life for the honor of his lady fair and at any time she was ready.
Reality spun a different tale.
He chose his path.
What is a man? Can he be well without a personal mission?
She met her king, decked out in the attire of a prince.
When a ruler is in one’s midst, his presence is undeniable.
Manufactured romance had done the lady a disservice. It deceived her. She believed he would sacrifice his mission for her love.
He chose well. He chose to rise to his glory. He chose to maintain his focus.
His words which weren’t words pierced her, tearing the thin veil which protected her weakness, and she was elated. He saw her heart!
She was a mother, a lover, a counselor and in possession of a sharp mind.
She was fragile and soft but weathered.
She was a flower.
She was his queen!
He didn't know
His mind was set, however, his body under control and his steps aligned. He had no time for her love. Her love, as he surmised, could only stymie his potency and power.
They were saluting ships, amiss in their timing.
He chose his purpose and she relented...
“Purpose. Plan. Push,” the king recited. "Your appointment with me is far off, my lady fair. I’ll love you once I’ve recieved my handsome reward...a kingdom.
Visit me then," he declared
The queen bid her king farewell. She met him before his time.
...And her time had passed
Amen (let it be so)
©Crystal Black for blackhandmade, 2/7/2020
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