The Story as it Happened
Where can I find enough reason and rhyme To make my vision describable yet still sublime
Why would I hide my love deep inside like a gothic horror story, buried alive
For to tell the story, and remain awake I have to hold my breathe to the bottom of the lake
and resurface, the lady's sword in hand ready and able to retake our land
Only then can I see the words that will tell the story as it happened and tell it well
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| May 2, 2022 | frankie | 0 Comments | |