I heard a knocking at my window

And sought to open the door.

I wanted to see a raven there,

But there was only a crow.

I shooed the bird away from me.

I heard the tapping again.

The crow had brought me a breadcrumb,

And wanted me to let him in.

But I didn't want the breadcrumb,

So again I shooed him away,

And he came again with a worm in his beak,

And begged me to let him stay.

So I opened the window and took the worm and threw it

Into the flower bed below.

I told the bird that he could come in if he didn't want to go.

I told him I didn't want his crumbs, his worms, or anything,

And it was at that moment he transformed 

Before my eyes into a king,

And he said,

"That is what makes you the most dangerous woman in the world."

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2

I beheld the great king

Clothed in a deep

Purple cape,

A regal crown upon his head,

And jewels draped his neck.

A staff and scepter in his right hand,

He held his left to me.

I didn't bow to him

Because he was standing in my bedroom.

But I took his hand, and he smiled

And said, "Come away with me,"

And when I closed my eyes,

I felt the whisk of strange air

Passing by me.

And when I

Opened my eyes, I stood in a great hall

With ceilings that I couldn't see,

And rows and rows of bookshelves 

Going up, 

And books, big ancient, fantastic books

Lining every shelf.

I had joined a perfect party in this library.

Perfect music filled my head at large.

It moved my mind to dance.

My thoughts leapt and twirled

As I viewed the miracle books.

I took one off the highest shelf that I could reach,

While I listened to other seekers discuss what they had found.

I could listen while I read, myself,

And danced inside my head

At the moving sounds of the traversing music.

The book fell open to a certain page,

And I saw it's page was full of hieroglyphs.

I looked to see the books the others had,

And they were written in this selfsame tongue.

But when I looked back at the book I held,

I saw that I could not only understand

Every word symbolized therein,

But I was captivated by the brilliant art

That had been created in forming each sign.

Every "letter" if you could call it that,

Was in itself a word, a symbolic meaning,

And contained within itself a historic tale and a prophecy of things to come,

Like a seed identified, and with that knowledge,

Knowledge of the plant that made the seed,

And a knowing of what the seed would make.

And then a young shepherd approached me

With certain books upon his arm.

He bowed, and I curtsied to him,

And he said, "No, my queen,

But please, these are for you."

And I took the books and wondered at his words,

Walked toward a table there

To set them down,

And looked then to see the dress that I was wearing 

Was a noble dress, and felt my head,

And knew, I wore a crown.

......to be continued

-jenn