A RENAISSANCE TALE
The heavy velvet tapestry
hung on the wall of the
she brushes her waist length hair
while admiring her reflection...
her bosom lifted high,
anticipating her lady in waiting,
there is a knock at the door -
"enter!" the Maiden quietly whispers,
"my lady... may I dress you?"
she enquires of the Maiden fair,
her Gown hung like an Angel in mid air,
each encrusted jewel radiant,
sparkling in the bright candle light,
the Red Velvet gown
this Maiden took down...
was opulent and grand,
ready and prepared
she leaves her bedchamber
moving down the passageway,
descending the staircase
as she sweeps along,
entering the magnificent splendour
of the King's Court - appropriate
for a Princess,
all eyes turn and focus
on this Maiden fair...
she would be the Belle of the Ball,
her Prince captivated - intoxicated
by her beauty...for she is the
King's Daughter and soon to be Wed.