A Poem about Merindia

As her head arise
From yet another Night-Long slumber.
She turns to her right, and look at the table. A pack of cards, and a
dice.
She smile as it reminds her, of her wonderful life.

She walk to the window, and glance out at her beautiful Cyrene
a group of men pass down at the street, whistling at the sight of her,
she smiled, cause right then she felt like a Queen,
but the only queen she might meet, was on one of her cards.

She went to the mirror and looked into it,
as she tied up her hair in a pirate-y way.
'As a priate queen I might fit?'
But she knew, that the life she had now, was perfect even it.

And so she went to the job of her's.
She seated in the regual chair
Delt a pack of cards to those with Gambling thirst
And she felt, This is my wonderful life in the Beauty of Cyrene.

/Jung

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Valnuary, in the year 388 AF.