The Lady in the Mists - Part 1 - Prologue
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The Lady in the Mists - A Epic Poem Part 1
Prologue
My dreams of one come in glory
She languishes with relentless passion
As if all the shores of Heaven were among me
This is her story
Coming from the mists of Birkenhead England
Although no mortal man could have seen them
They come and go those bitter skies
Winds blow her cries away like parchment she uses to write for her passage
Through ice blue eyes, much like the ice surrounds the virgin shore
Lies a hotel, abandoned, used nevermore
In that hotel, that rusted door of solid steel
Her heart feels a rush of blood
Yet she stands still
The bed before her stays in staring glaring silence
In the bed, on the bed, near the bed, the thoughts blind her
Image of what to do, will they ever find her?
A rustle of leaves greets her at this notion
As if to create controlled chaos and start a commotion
The thing is coming for her you see
Though she does not know if it be a he or she
Or some animal she has forgotten
Some wild beast of ancient description
Lost in time, space, all conviction
Rests on the idea it does not exist
Alas one must sleep
But the unknown thing is coming
The Monster
The Beast
The Lady in the Mists - A Epic Poem Part 1
Prologue
My dreams of one come in glory
She languishes with relentless passion
As if all the shores of Heaven were among me
This is her story
Coming from the mists of Birkenhead England
Although no mortal man could have seen them
They come and go those bitter skies
Winds blow her cries away like parchment she uses to write for her passage
Through ice blue eyes, much like the ice surrounds the virgin shore
Lies a hotel, abandoned, used nevermore
In that hotel, that rusted door of solid steel
Her heart feels a rush of blood
Yet she stands still
The bed before her stays in staring glaring silence
In the bed, on the bed, near the bed, the thoughts blind her
Image of what to do, will they ever find her?
A rustle of leaves greets her at this notion
As if to create controlled chaos and start a commotion
The thing is coming for her you see
Though she does not know if it be a he or she
Or some animal she has forgotten
Some wild beast of ancient description
Lost in time, space, all conviction
Rests on the idea it does not exist
Alas one must sleep
But the unknown thing is coming
The Monster
The Beast