Her heart beats loud for all to see;
the moon shines down as the fires flee.
The sound of her voice;
her waters so rare.
For she has not a choice
with the winter's harsh glare.
The feel of the ice slides down her;
so cold.
For she has not been with someone so bold.
The danger she feels
comes from all around,
but she will not flee until he has been found.
For once she does find him,
she will be tangled.
For she will show sorrow
in the eyes of an angel.
I see this palace
in my dreams;
the flowers;
the trees;
the lakes and streams.
I see the mists
of my past loves;
the feel of the clouds
above my head;
the texture of love
from those who cared;
the agony from those
who left me bare.
Although i'd love
to leave that world;
to rip it from
its rusted tack-
It calls my name
ev'ry night;
begging me
to wander back.
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