Lady Ester of Old

Lady Ester of Old

The Lady with the ruby red lips

Sat in the chair to rest her old hips

Decorated in purple and pearls

Her beautiful grey hair tipped with curls

Without hesitation her stories she told

Of politics, religion, royalty and gold

My physical form gilded with shiver

Not from the feeling that cold would deliver

Instead from the energy felt from pure Love

And the deliverance of White light from heaven above

It secured some assurance that truth there behold

Through her hazel eyes and deliberate touch of her out stretched hand

She reminded me that we once walked together on Egyptian sand

As we fought in combat hand in hand

Against the great forces of evil

That crawled through the soil of our souls

Destroying the balance and leaving upheaval

While thriving on darkness like under ground weevils

With sadness in her voice

But willfully willingly strong

She said that we have only one choice

To win the last battle and fight against wrong

To ensure thy kingdom will be done

On earth as it is in heaven

for Gods only begotten Son

Just before she kissed me good-by 

She whispered a secret and let out a sigh

Saying I'm marked with a Three

One of the last remaining Eleven

Written By: Michael Englmann

October 6, 2012

AKA: iambigbang/Blue Sky Igniter
michaelenglmann@shaw.ca
www.iambigbang.blogspot.com