Lady, in the distance
a white tower,pale as a dream,
looms in shrouding mist.
Enchantment and magic,
some dark,
some dangerous,
murmur within
this dripping morning.
Hold tight to me
against the chill.
We must traverse
this haunted forest
to reach our goal;
we must push on,
beset by ghosts,
by fear and doubt,
until we cross
the steaming moat
and arrive safely
before the great hall's
warming hearth,
there to rest
in each other's arms.
This journey
was never meant
to be traveled alone.
Ride out with me, Lady.
Cling to me.
We are nearly there.
- mce
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