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Tuesday, October 2, 2012


Three pawn came calling,
betwixt light and metal
By more shadow than detail,
trapped the queen of dreams
They bound her with looks
and dared take her away
Dancing behind the red in black
Until the skies grew grey
Then to the king they did whisk her
to be punish without cause
He locked her in a frozen tower
left to live between her breaths…

…she veiled the tears of pain…

Strolling near a whispered sound
I heard her lovely song
Looking upon her majesty plight
I nerved to ask the “wrong?”
She bowed before this humble bard
And smiled the warmth of the sun
Dance with me one sweet dance
A melody from days of gone?

…unveil a lost refrain...

We danced and danced into the night
Until the moon rolled by
As the sun was cursed by clouds
I gazed into her eyes

…and we slipped into the rain…
© Oct 2, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
PHOTO:  courtesy of PL

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