True Love
By Rainna
The young woman crested the high cliffs, a proud and stunning sight. She stood there against the feirce wind, clad in billowing white. Her skin was as pale as milk and as soft as a rose petal. Her black gypsy hair was soft as silk, and her eyes the gray of metal. From these eyes ran heartfelt tears, For the loss of the man she had loved for years. She keened and sobbed a song of mourning, And her prayer to God died a-borning. She cursed the wind, the earth, the skies, And the hungry waters in which her man had died. She called out bitter words in an ancient tongue, And swore to the rocks over which her words had rung, That she would be with her true love soon. Then she began to sing a haunting tune. And when she reached the song's close, She cast aside her mortal woes. And looking about with a disdainful sniff, She cast herself off the cliff. And the angels wept in the Heavens above, For the beauty and sadness of true love. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 03:48 PM PST, Rainna Stock 0 • 1
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