The Mystique of The Mountain Princess

Her radiance blankets a lonely world
As alone she reigns over her mountaintop
Her spirit one with natural slivers of solitude
As she listens
Notes of harmony touch her inner being
The song of centuries
Resonate through her core
Spirit songs of joyful memory
Play a tantalizing tune
Echoing through her realm
Silken tresses laden with ancient memory
Flow
As a river smoothly
Adding it’s voice to her spectacle.
She reigns over her realm
Her insouciance belying her truth
Her desire
The Princess of The Mountain
A child perhaps
Borne within the bounds of
Magnificence
A woman
Keen in the knowledge of her beauty yet not aware
She rules her abode
And she is desired
For her beauty yes
But
Her spirit her sensuality
Rain down upon the land
Her land
As she runs freely
A wood nymph in a playful romp
Beloved
Adored
Worshipped
Her mystique issuing from within
Touching the universe
With her profound essence
Yes
Worship her
For she is singular
Sing her praises
So she may dance
To the rhythm of the Cosmos
Enrapturing those in her presence
With an unceasing love.

For a real life Princess of The Mountain
or rather Queen of my heart