The Lady in The Mists - Chapter 1 - Sleeping

And so the lady, rests her head
For if not now, she will soon be dead
Mind racing, her body would be pacing

Is someone here?
Is she crazy?
Lady of desire
Mists like life eternal
Hide fear and the nocturnal

Darkness falls like a shroud over this place
The Monster, the Beast, soon follows
She knows this, or does she ( Read more... )

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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 ( Read more... )