In the halting winds of nights forlon,
she rode her wiley steed,
through the starlit barren plain,
to help those who would heed.
A lonesome traveller, she did persist,
with hope that someone may,
heed her signs and worried words,
of the treachery that before them, lay.
Thinking back to times before,
when peace rules the land,
especially of her curious youth,
when her dictionary was close at hand.
I was supposed to conjour an epic tale for a friend. BUT! Writers Block. Incidentally “Writer’s Block” is an album by Peter Bjorn and John.
I love it thus far