Love Poem: A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. Iv
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Written by: Trevor Morse

A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. Iv

Yes, there were certain
majesties, which
in all regards are 
to be expected.
For upon the engagements
of husband and wife,
Prince and Princess,
to marry, there is 
an exaltation, thought
the King guilefully.
As his snickered brow
advanced the courtyard's 
jester, feelings of such
gay undertakings flickered.
Prince Alarumdives, pray
due, rose to the 
occasion, for the unseen
essence of Typhon
present, the crowd 
gathered in celebration.
The announcement of 
marriage and its unition 
of peasant maiden to royalty,
the ferocious feast 
of joy.  Geinere
so happily embraced 
her handsome prince,
the happiness of occasion
now unhoused.  Wine
and spirits for many,
the festive event ushered 
well far into the 
late eve.  
As the night matured
the King blew pompous, 
his dirty torch, 
a request desired
upon the scattering 
leets, close dilations,
wary now, for there
were humors of 
closed quarters.
Ill thoughts befell
the King, for maiden,
selfish desires,
crusadoes.

"Dear Geinere, a 
moment. . . jealousy!"  
The king spoke.
"Yes, sire pardon?"
"Firstly, most dear, 
your love for our
Prince, be it subtle,
erasing the inscriptions
of royalty, not taken."
"My love so true, for our 
beloved Gods one in 
communion, here or 
hence.  Pray due 
your acceptance,
for not, pride your
welfare, which I 
grossly offer it."
"Behold!
Though a gracious 
ward, admiration I 
do embrace, for you 
a gift of repentance,
may the spirits of
this eve, bate me,
as I am dishonest."
"Nicely, my merry
King, I am better 
pleased now this 
new fashion."
"Very well, Geinere,
to my quarters,
parry this precious 
gift of offering."
"My lord, I am 
indebted happily."
"Follow my deliberation."
- - - - 
The King's Quarters
- - - -
Upon entrance, the 
chambers of the loyal
King, made dusty, the 
air murky, cold with
evil and its hushing 
silences.  The royalty
ushered a bickering
lear upholding its 
mighty charter.

"A baffle, rising Queen,
for cozening upon the
vizards of this unlawful
masquerade.  For our
differences made certain
upon this eve, 
I will find your 
worthiness to become heir,
faulted," the King rang
out like the blazening 
fires of the Seraphic 
order.