A person in traditional attire holds a sword, blending cultural heritage and craftsmanship.

Queen of swords by Calypso Hall

{ Queen of swords }

My heart hue rose gold 

Transforms 

To sword in stone

I could be my own king 

I could marry my own soul 

I could be alone 

I could put my hurt heart up 

high on pedestal

fill my cup of

what I been missing on

Elevate my soft self 

So no soul can walk on me

I could be alone 

Where no mere mortal can touch me 

They just burn my heart to stone