Wednesday, January 27, 2010


The mist lay heavily on the land as darkness begins to fall.
Sounds are muffled shadows dulled.
She walks as if floating instead of treading the ground.
What awaits her ahead; who draws her to come?
She moves on in mystical anticipation.
She left the manor house in agitation.
As she moves farther into the night,
she senses warmth; peace flows over her
love has overtaken her.

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