Stranger's Sword
By Guinevere3
In a dream's dream I did have A life of two fold fickle and torn Beauty sadly suffering atop that battle field, Or 'neath it's poisoned warmth, I dreamed this dream for you. For as that craven hung near the edge, The blue blade no longer carried his name, A mask was worn to taint the fool's brain and I was dying, so soon to be slain. A stranger more strange than the King's son Came for to capture the breath Yet to be. And I, alone in just my naive, I wept for the son, I wept for my love. So tell me dear friend, The cause of the day, is it ever copius... I pray for that day and pray doest thou see... Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 03:31 PM PST 0 • 10
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"In a dream's dream I did have..."