Queen of Noble

Make of me a Queen.
Feed me mouths of violet-still-
exotic orchids.
I am no match
for all the
delicate
and noble
virgins
that dawn the morning.
They are rare
and pretty.
Oh, how pretty
the little ones are.
How meek and protected
the porcelain skin dolls are.
I am not one of such measure.
I am of mountains.
I am the rocks that feed the rivers.
I am the fury that rages the storm.
I hail thunder with heavy weight and deep resonance.
But my honor,
I am gentle too,
like the streams that
devour the banks.
I am useless like the tides.
I can run oceans through the earth.