The Kitchen Table...

The Gods pink tinged thunderclouds throw a dusky light, onto the kitchen window, I sit in total complete silence.
I am the very essence of Kings and Queens, as well as desperation and utter poverty.
It hasn't always been this way, i of course had humble beginnings,  i was passed over, neglected and alone
As Earth's first tribes separated, to become villages then cites, then empires, i grew and became part
of something much bigger than myself.
I was at last gaining favour.
Even in the thinest hunted moonlight, i am radiant, on a blinding summers day, divine, the very stuff of our universe.
I will never become old, for i am the ruler of destinies, and total and complete ruler of war..
Nor can I be possessed completely, for those who have tried, their fates have been sealed.
 Yet There is compassion in me, not all that covet me are lost.
For I yearn to be tender, gentle, and giving.
As the now warming morning light hits the beautiful deep wooden table,
it slides slowly over me...
And i am illuminated, as if the very fire of the Sun lives in me.
I am your wedding ring..
Of the Earth's Purest Gold..
I Am Love...