Her Elijah

Who am I if I
Cannot command the clouds
In this
Her hour of need, and summon from them
A hopeful down pouring
A covenant flood
While she, full of sorrow
Knows, at present, only drought?

Telltale

I know the something borrowed
Lace of the finest quality
Painstakingly tethered, stitch by stitch, to hopes and holy, holy covenants

The Queen and her heartless Jack
As jesters, and, despite the diamond, danced that old medieval dance, anew each day
I know the something blue