Medieval Rose

The rose water and lace hidden
The rose emblazoned on shield instead of in hand
The stallion onyx instead of white

Flag embroidered with heartache and dreams
Childhood secrets sewn into silken quilt
Her tireless eyes ripping the sacred presence of midnight

Bereft of glass slipper and its familiar step
She stumbles into the embrace of earth
Only to rise with the wine cup in her eternal hand.