Story Books and myths foretold
Of Ancient quest and fates to mold
O’ Shining Knights in armored wear
Of quests and dragons..and maidens fair.

Throughout the magical forest rang
A song of rhyme, a melody sang
By fairies in their flights. You see,
The forest was called, “Tranquillity”

Upon the path, one day she trod
With delicate feet, silver shod
Hearing the symphony of faires’ songs
The softest voices made her sing along







She laid her head ‘pon a grassy knoll
The earth beneath, did not rumble nor roll
But encompassed her form with its soft grace,
And held her within its dewy embrace


As emerald eyes closed; fluttered shut
There came a knight from a near by hut
He gazed in awe at this maiden fair
With lavender ribbons in her golden hair.

His breath did catch, he could not speak
This powerful knight, was now so weak.
Moving with quiet and in hesitation
He watched her in serene contemplation

For he knew that myths had long foretold
Of a maiden grand with locks of gold.
With emerald eyes, and skin so soft
With Forget-me-nots in hair dew-doffed...




While this knight did calmly creep
The Maiden dreamed..hushed she did weep
From Veiled and closed lashes of mink
The Single tear fell, the knight’s heart did sink.

"My maiden of tales has come to me
They why does she weep? ‘Tis a mystery."
He gently reached to touch her face
A tear in his own eye...her’s to replace

"My maiden I have come, to take thy hand
Together we shall traverse this wonderful land"
He spoke not aloud, but only in his heart
For he knew, that she would awaken and depart...

He touched the tear that from her eyes did spring
His strong soft hands...did some comfort bring
To her, in her misery she opened her eyes
Awake from the dream, her knight she espied........


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