sábado, 27 de noviembre de 2010

Lowlands Lady

Lowlands Lady
with her black hawk upon her shoulders,
walking over the dirty dark waters,
waiting on the prince of stories
from the early faint dawn.

Up there in her yellow castle,
the half moon bathes in silver the latest flags.
In Lowlands Kingdom,
a  lament is born through the fog
which time after time
is becoming a hopeless song.

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