Thomas Leranth
there she sits alone in the shade of night
a solitaire figure but never alone
a way with words has she,
awaiting the arrival of her knight
her breathe falls to the dew
her emotions escape as she sighs
some may see just a woman's woman
but if you look beneath the silken hair
and beneath the outer garments
a princess fair you will see,
waiting for her knight
and dawn of the rest of her life to appear,
the story to this day unfolds
someday soon her knight may come
then shall they shine beneath the sun
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