Mortal maid

by Apr 19, 2003Poetry

Thy light doth fade,
O mortal maid
As a dying, wither’d star
An in the night
Away from sight
Thy king is sleeping still.

Thou, my queen
Are beauty been
Among the long lost kin
And in the dark
No sound of lark
Doth echo in thy heart.

The stars do leave
For they believe
Thy world of day is cold
And in the noon
No woken moon
Doth hold thy eyes again.

Thy heart shall weep
As thee do sleep
Among the fading hue
Of secret land
Of elven hand;
The stars do shine anew.


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