Soverign between his fingers,
he peers into the water
Sucks on his teeth a moment
and tries to decide what to say.

Perhaps for peace? Power?
More soverigns, more wishes,
more beautiful summer sunsets?
Perhaps chancellor or Minister again.

Or could pray for others,
his daughter, lost son- wife the same.
The sisters he'd tormented so.
All with a soverign could blow away.

The snake he's loved since he could speak;
the light that haunted his dreams;
again seeking inside of himself
perhaps to rise in Renewal and become.

Combat prowess, the ability to love
Aegis or Knight, or Master; Sensei.
Shamelessly bestowing
with the same pompous hopes..?

Soverign between his fingers,
he looks at his handsome reflection.
Thinks of all the thousands of things
and the 'what do I really want'?

He sighs and flips it in,
wishing to find a nice pair of boots
And for no reason vows like all others
to always rush wishes at the wishing well.


- Tarinn Lee Demira, Does instead of Wishes.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lleian, in the year 227 MA.