Flightless Mountain

Her name is Challenge

the walks and parades

locks my heart in a cage

She’s fierce by default

always fuming for a sport

that is deadly

and ends with blood

How can I

be her choice

of the so many that are strong

she sought a weakling, that, I am

I have no cunning like her lords

buttered with silver and chariots

My lips wept green

from her kiss

stuck in a phantom

of her doing

I succumbed to self pity

and dirty greed

took the lord’s money

to leave my queen

even when I knew

she ruled the nine kingdoms

From her castle

I hear her scream

chanting my name

that ends with an hiss

“Cowardice come back to me”