FIRST LADY

by Gary R Priester   Dec 8, 2014


Red on pink
Blood on the cross
Is her Prince dying?
Is Camelot lost?

Believe it she can't
Her world is chaos
Oh Prince oh Camelot
You cannot be lost

Her chariot speeds on
To Parkland, my gosh!
The word is now spoken
Her Prince is lost

Her children need her
But we won't let her pause
The parade for the nation
As all mourn the loss

She stands with her children
The cannonade rolls across
His young son salutes
Not knowing his own loss

Her Prince, world Prince
He leaves us distraught
Camelot oh Camelot
Our innocence now lost

G R Priester

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  • 9 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    You are welcome! You have always had a unique style I enjoy! I nominated this piece, just wonderful!

  • 9 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Nice to read your poetry again Gary! Excellent!