THE LOST PRINCESS

In forest of enchanting nights
There came a maid of pure delights
Kept far away from restless crowds
Beneath his soft and mystic clouds

And so she passed through crystal springs
To lands of dragons, knights and kings
Where kingdoms of ancients stood
And flowers spoke and men were good.

And here she lived in pure delight
Among the gardens, clothed in white
Where minstrels played and rivers sang
And sounds of children's laugher rang

For here she will no longer roam
But make this land her very own
Where all her skies are always blue
And all her hopes and dreams come true.

-Chris Lambe