courts converted

My blades catch the light from your wand. Dear prince, master of the noble serpent-steed-- I feel your flames on the edge of my blindfold.

Singe the fibers. I know you well. You'd never harm the flesh, not where the sparrow yearns to make her home.

As your queen, with the widest eye, I am bound to tame beasts of my own. In earth and fire hues, we claim it all.