The Messenger (A Knight Carries; A King Weighs; A Queen Cradles)

As a shadow to the sun.

I possess you.

Empty words fill the empty space.

A vision writhes in the primordial net.

Desire not yet form—
At least, not to flesh.

From the dream I awoke with a wound I could feel. One only ash and feathers could heal.

Still,

It is the heart’s intent.

Another mountain quest

Another Ark of the Covenant—treasure or vessel,

A locked vault. 

Wanted, sought.

Nested within 

An elegant chest.