Part V: Eyes Of Saxe Blue

A callous tempest spoiled the summit

Angst hurtled with the horrid deluge

The Thessalian spawn braved to sit

On Issachar’s claim shorn of refuge

Doused and willful, he endlessly mused

O’er the better garden’s avowal

His cape of purple stained wits confused

Lone, imbued in the clouds’ betrayal

The prince’s rumination called halt

Upon the swift thuds of irate hooves

He turned cold eyes to flicks of cobalt

A striking knight—the silhouette proves!

Hellas’ poster child stood self-assured

Head-on towards a salient liege

The cavalier pulled the reins like mured,

Alighted and idled for a siege

The son of Greece saw Eyes of Saxe Blue

Eyes that bear the majesty of skies

Tinged with dismal ash that looked untrue,

And sure-footed sheen unlit by dyes!

Fear made of indigo and sulfur

Respect conceived by saintly repute

That—and more—struck the royal dreamer

And his soul settled for no dispute

Eyes of Saxe Blue, King of the North spoke:

“My garden’s emotions reached mine ear—

Not a favor will your charm provoke

For she’s too good for you, Greek who’s queer.”

The prince replied, “Oh King, with respect,

Beauty’s given to untested wills

Of those vernix-wrapped, in retrospect…

Love, too, blossoms for one of no-frills.”

“Well-said,” conceded the King. “What prince

Whose own son won’t be his by a name!”

The prince countered, “Jephunneh did mince

But his and mine—solely name’s the same.”

The King concluded, “Prince of the North—

A sagacious son I’ve found by heart!

Mine Eyes of Saxe Blue, from this day forth,

Ne’er can see you and my child apart!”