The moon rises full and bright upon a warm midsummer's night,
eerie shadows are cast upon the old grey castle walls,
a quiet expectation overtakes the crowd round the castle gates,
as they anxiously await the arrival of their queen.
After what seems like hours of standing around in their best festive finery,
a gold gilded carriage arrives led by a train of large Clydesdale's,
all decked out and festive in their golden harnesses,
the driver clad in a fine black suit jumps down,
quickly steps to the ornate carriage door,
and with a low bow opens the door.
The mighty queen slips a golden slippered foot onto the ground,
evoking quiet awe from the peasants and guests at the castle's gates,
finally she appears from the dark carriage,
dressed in a brilliant midnight blue gown,
that shimmers and sparkles in the soft moonlight.
Proudly she walks down the red carpeted path and through the castle gate to bows and curtsies from her adoring legions,
she stops along the way into the ball room and suddenly a glorious smile flashes upon her ruby red lips as she waves regally to her people.
As she enters the grand ballroom all eyes turn upon her,
in expectant jubilation of the feast to come,
slowly she glides to her golden throne and takes her seat,
a diamond encrusted crown is placed upon her royal head,
and with the raising of a pearl adorned finger signals the night's festivities to begin.
Donavon Scott Vinson