A poetic journey through my mind

The Lady’s song and The Lady’s dance

Wild manes, strands blowing,
air over wings flowing,
ruffled grasses swiftly growing,
beneath golden sunset skies.

The Ladys eye is ever knowing,
on her children life bestowing,
endless love forever showing,
watch the moon arise.

 

My Lady of the crashing waves,

of stormwrought eyes and lightning word,

she flies on screaming winds above

where chance-lost sailors lie, interred.

She calls them from their silent graves,

and sets them free with lightnings lance,

old souls reborn as foxes fire,

once more to join the Ladys dance.

Talk to me, people! ;)

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