For a moment she was an Egyptian queen,
Preparing for her daily ritual, of bath oils and Eucalyptus.
So still, she could see her own heart beating.
Its song echoed loud into the room
Thump-thump! fast and deep, whispering sleep.
Then: Enter the King!
She could not move, but her eyes followed him,
Trying hard to calculate his thoughts.
He was the King, and surely, this was his kingdom.
With the roar of a Lion he called order to his subjects.
In unison they began to work, much like a fine-tuned turbo.
White lights and sterile incense.
"Am I the lamb on his sacrificial slab?" she thought.
Her thoughts flickered to a whisper.
Sleep, dear Queen, and fear not.
Time will take you into the late hours,
But you'll awaken to a garden of flowers
And dance like a princess once more.
(c)Donna M Kalinski 2010
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