the knight did ride
a mighty steed
to fair maiden's side
in towers tall
hidden by an ivied wall
dressed in white
did travel o'er
darkest nite
to soothe his maiden's
long distress and
wipe the tears from
her dress
to hold her close
and warm behold
his lovely lass
now turned old
her heart held strong
she long loved her
strong, handsome knight
and begged for comfort from
the draft and dripping mould
for a moment's midnight reprieve
from lonely haunting ....
to warm-to love-to sing
for two .... a lovely lass
a white knight romance
in a Poet's Loving Dance...
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Whispers In the Dark.....
