The Coronation

As the blurry hills

Rollover midwinter

And the sparkle of summer

Drifts out it's last grief

The nebula of my

Inner Puella, sighs out

A last relief

Coronated

I am

Pierced and punctuated

Rooted and crowned

Greeting with sovereignty

A role duty bound

This long night

Shivers in disbelief

As the sun cracks above the

Mischievous fog

Saying,

"Brighter, brighter,

To the castle, you shall find her

The queen of the land

Do right by her!"

And

The day feels

Like a lick of lemon cake