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The Lady of the Wood
Her eyes did shine
like the river
and when she smiled
not even the sun could rival
Her hair seemed woven
from silk of the moon
and she dressed
all in ivy
To the song of the birds
she danced free as
a fish in the water
When then one day
it so happened
she heard a bard
at practice and play
The tune it moved
in her soul, so filled of sorrow
and woe, she began to weep
And into the wind
she would speak
her voice sweet melody
Minstrel of the wood
King of the lute
tell me my dear fellow
why play such a sad tune?
Struck by a voice
as sweet as honey
twas more praise
than any amount of money
so said he through his tears
"Oh Great Lady
Queen of this fine
green land, my heart
twas broken in two
by the maiden bound
I was to wed."
Your music
it has stirred me so
my dear Bard of grief
and mourning, tell me pretty
handsome lad, would nothingng
brighten your soul again?
"Oh sweet Muse
Lady of the Forest
if you might be so kind
to grace me with your beauty
than I may smile again."
A request from one
so despairing she surely
could not deny, and so
from the shadows she came
and before him did appear
So struck was he
by her perfect form
that he felt his heart
begin to mend
"You have given me
my greatest reward
more than gold and diamonds
you honor me as surely you must
be the Goddess of Love herself."
And from that moment on
ever did our young bard
play, only a happy song.
9:30 PM - 9/24/2008 -
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