Reborn

Reborn

My knight
Take off your armor
Your battle lies still here for now
Kneel and kiss the feet
of your Queen of Pleasures

Bow, my knight
and lay down your weapons
here your battle is fought
this is the place
to rest for a while

And once
you’ve reached my shore
I will make your rivers
overflow

into a sea
and, freed from all pain
so that afterwards, reborn
you may continue

© Mrs Moriah
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