Tuesday, February 28, 2012


You turned
And pulled the veil across your face
The white linen wavered
In time to your mind
You raised
Your hand and took the crown upon your head
Sad were those fingers
As you dropped it
You backed
So slowly backed away from the diadem
Those tender steps retreating
Hidden beneath a white flag
You bowed
And said your adues to all
And returned to your stony keep
To slumber once more
You sighed
As you promised and prophecied of a different day
When you would walk down the tower steps
With crown and veil once again
In time to my mind

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