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A Warrior Queen’s Heart
- A Warrior Queen’s Heart -
This tale: let us start.
You cannot know the might of a warrior queen’s heart!
Or how it beats like a raging inferno within my breast…
It beats amidst the backdrop of a million starry blazes.
Beating with ferocity, to tear even whole galaxies apart!
I am a warrior queen, and for my spirit there is no rest.
My battle, is endless, set to my peoples’ lusty praises…
For nothing can tell you what is truly within your nature:
Like the struggle that separates the superior intelligence,
From those whose minds cannot fathom true vastness!
When the blood flows within your veins, proud, mature,
And your hunger reminds you with but one long glace…
You will know what you are, without all fear or distress.
A warrior: whose blade cannot be stayed by any power!
That is what I am at heart, a warrior queen regal, grand,
My heart, reminds me, battle strengthens me; I survive.
And though my innermost self is as delicate as a flower,
My will is as iron and can be as rough as harshest sand.
Under my reign, there is order, and in honor we thrive!
You cannot be given honor, unless you act with it first.
One cannot know a warrior’s heart unless they hunger,
For to desire and to strive is to yearn and to embrace!
And how can one desire unless for a dream they thirst?
My dreams are mighty, and filled with much thunder…
Even as my queenly heart, is blessed by a noble grace.
The ultimate battle is fought not by armies on the field,
Nor by vessels of steel amidst the void between stars!
Rather, it is waged within a place far more like home…
It is so waged within the warrior’s heart never to yield,
And the inner battle can leave you with deepest scars!
But to emerge as victorious, is to come into your own.
The test of a true warrior is to conquer one’s own self,
To master the soul, to hone the spirit as a blade edge…
Only to bask, in the glory, the power, and the infamy!
I am a warrior queen, for I have found the fair wealth,
Which, comes not from any medal, ribbon or badge…
But from knowing myself, and embracing my destiny!
Thus, obtaining victory.
This tale: let us start.
You cannot know the might of a warrior queen’s heart!
Or how it beats like a raging inferno within my breast…
It beats amidst the backdrop of a million starry blazes.
Beating with ferocity, to tear even whole galaxies apart!
I am a warrior queen, and for my spirit there is no rest.
My battle, is endless, set to my peoples’ lusty praises…
For nothing can tell you what is truly within your nature:
Like the struggle that separates the superior intelligence,
From those whose minds cannot fathom true vastness!
When the blood flows within your veins, proud, mature,
And your hunger reminds you with but one long glace…
You will know what you are, without all fear or distress.
A warrior: whose blade cannot be stayed by any power!
That is what I am at heart, a warrior queen regal, grand,
My heart, reminds me, battle strengthens me; I survive.
And though my innermost self is as delicate as a flower,
My will is as iron and can be as rough as harshest sand.
Under my reign, there is order, and in honor we thrive!
You cannot be given honor, unless you act with it first.
One cannot know a warrior’s heart unless they hunger,
For to desire and to strive is to yearn and to embrace!
And how can one desire unless for a dream they thirst?
My dreams are mighty, and filled with much thunder…
Even as my queenly heart, is blessed by a noble grace.
The ultimate battle is fought not by armies on the field,
Nor by vessels of steel amidst the void between stars!
Rather, it is waged within a place far more like home…
It is so waged within the warrior’s heart never to yield,
And the inner battle can leave you with deepest scars!
But to emerge as victorious, is to come into your own.
The test of a true warrior is to conquer one’s own self,
To master the soul, to hone the spirit as a blade edge…
Only to bask, in the glory, the power, and the infamy!
I am a warrior queen, for I have found the fair wealth,
Which, comes not from any medal, ribbon or badge…
But from knowing myself, and embracing my destiny!
Thus, obtaining victory.
Published 14th May 2013
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For my illustration for this poem I decided to use this photo I took of myself a while back using my webcam. I added a rather interesting Klingon-inspired background to it, and the result is an image that is well-suited to illustrate such a poem as I've penned here. :)
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14th May 2013 10:59am
Interesting indeed, Jessica...very different. Love your story. Will keep this for future reads.
15th May 2013 1:28am
Glad you enjoyed this one, Grace! I've always had a soft spot for the Klingons in Star Trek, and their honorable, warrior culture. When I did that cool photo of me for use with this poem, both it and the poem were intended as a kind of perhaps not-so subtle homage to my feelings of identification with Klingon culture and the noble notions of what it means to be a proud warrior queen at heart. Super happy you found this to your liking, my dear friend!