Spilled ink – Page 62 – A (wise) man of two faces

Top of the world

Salacious sovereign,
with just a handful of words
you set me ablaze.

The rain battered down
upon the weary, beaten town
but I persevered
whenever she appeared
with a sun shining behind her crown.

Errant emotions
refuse to settle down and
they plague me for hours.

The dawn breaks upon the night
like a rolling, crimson wave
and that meager scarlet sight
gives some the courage to be brave.

Children’s fairy tales
hide grim stories and lessons
behind simple words.