Is the One to make peace.
As she knows what war is.
She remembers the acute pain of cutting
somebody’s arm, leg, or soul.
She has been wounded, also.
You admire the beauty of her white bride-dress,
but you do not see the scars
hidden behind that attractive veil.
So, the blood spilt on the altar of shrinking-dreams
taught her to respect
She is brave, and she does not waver
when she must go to the battle-field.
But, still, she prefers the dandelions,
raising themselves to the sky
in a wind-blow of desires and hopes.
-The Queen of Swords is
the sacrificial lamb.
The bread that is being broken
for all the hungry beings
– in the universe.
Love her, worship her, protect her!