XV. Kingdom Red

"A guest, I see?"

Red asks of me,

"Oh, can it be

Prince Ivory?"

 

So clad in white,

The young man frowns;

Points to the sight -

The whitest crown.

 

There it lay perched

Upon his brow.

My stomach lurch's,

For up till now

 

It was my plan

To lead him here

And raze the red

Kingdom Red.