Delve not into the histories of my past

For my secrets are my own that I wish not to share

I give no righteous man the right to search or claim

And I warn you now that I shall take no prisoner

For I keep what is mine

So tread softly and choose your words with the utmost care.

My son’s, yes they may be sinners but I cherish them as angels do love their God

So call me unseemly because I refuse to repent

Speak harshly but be aware that you speak wasted words (I bend to no man’s will)

To the world I may be seen as a servant to the will of your temper

But in the end we shall see whose spirit is stronger.

You may chose to forget all that was seen here

But you and I know that the battle is only half way won

And I have not yet even begun to fight

And so little princeling with your golden hair and midnight eyes

I will pray for your sanity’s swift return

So that I may take your life with a clear conscious and a quick kiss goodnight

A/N: I'm not sure I like this poem but i hope you do. Fictionpress is giving me problems with my poems set up. I wanted it to be separated into stanza's but this is what I got. I'm trying really hard to write my poems like I used to do but nothing is measuring up, woe is me . I everyone is enjoying their Easter. if not then I'm sorry but just remember there is always next year.

Have a blessed day

dark88poet