Author's note: I adore A Midsummer Night's Dream. However, it does not belong to me, but to William Shakespeare (who in turn "borrowed" characters from other works therefore making it perfectly all right for me to do the same thing). This is a somewhat strange poem about Hippolyta, one of my favorite characters in the play. At the beginning of the play she is so hostile towards Theseus and yet, when next we see her, they seem to have formed a healthy relationship. He has gone from being her captor to being her husband, she has gone from unwilling warrior to willing (but still independent) queen. Somewhere in there, he learned to respect her. And that's what this poem is about, in a way. Somewhat inspired by some lines very early on...
"Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities."

The moon
Sends a silver arrow,
Knowing my discontent,
And pierces my heart
And a King
Picks up the broken pieces
(Broken on his account)
And finally sees my soul.
With respect
He captures my heart
(Which was not his
When he tore it from its home)
And the moon,
My silvery queen,
Bathes me
With her blessing