It came to me
on the day I bled.
Lost in a trance,
I saw it.
The picture,
So clear,
So bright.
It had come to me
Long before I bled.

On the bleeding day
I saw its glory;
Perfect imperfection,
the finest of its kind.
I had felt its soothing hand
long before its announced

It did well for me.

Too long had we waited,
Covered in the veil of
The time was right
void of default.

It came to me.

Everything reshuffled now
to give way.
I am queen.
He, the queen’s beholder.
A new tale.
A new life.
A second chance.
It came to me.