Sadness
dressed in Armani black
blackened eyes
tongue tied
red tie
under innocent collar, star spangled sabots
clatter
down
a
barren
aisle,
a rope rests by the two bare feet
of the Goddess
who will tie a knot anew —
the Gordian knot
it is not — yet I beg
of Her
to rule the lands of fairies
fairly.
I do.