Her knight in shining armor
rode centuries ago.
Now golden chalice fill their cups
with morning's early glow
Hooves echo in her garden,
rings line the stone-laid walls,
built by an ancient garrison
to secure their tropic stalls.
The King's last fort, his island gem,
links Louis with his past,
while lineage was woven through
their multi-layered caste.
|Madame cleans fresh fish for lunch,
sauce simmers on the fire.
Her gentlemen will gather
for her gift, then soon retire.
These stories told remind us
Of souls who passed before,
While many quiet twilights
shadows dance beneath closed doorsĄ