Thursday, February 07, 2008

She Walks There...

in a gown of white
gossamer threads that shine in the moonlight
eternally silent
her spirit ever defiant

in the Singing Forest she wanders
a toll of verse she gathers
a snatch of rhyme with a melody
all souls who would pass must please her properly

a great harmony she craves
so she listens listens for the knave
who would capture her heart
with a voice truly special and apart

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