Sometimes he wanders naked through the night;
On a lonesome path stripp'd of divine light
One such time he felt the most yearnful lure;
Ne'er had he beheld a lady more pure!

Thus did he, fill'd with sudden hope inquire;
"Milady! Ne'er have I known such desire,
Prayshed a glimmer of that gleam thou ow'st;
'Pon the course of this traveler's old ghost"

"Thou hast the visage of a star most bright;
Thy smile; the power to banish all blight
Will'st thou not bestow such gracious a gift?
Prithee, grant thy fey means to cross this rift!"

Sadly, t'was naught but a lonely wisp's guile;
A ploy to make him walk this lonesome aisle
The faerie who wove such a hopeful spell
Shed crystalline tears as she hear'd him yell;

"In truth, the flaming torch hath disappear'd!
Alas; ere come o' dawn t'will be as fear'd
My naked corpse shall rest across these trails;
For no goddess did ever hear my wails!"




Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-08-13 at 20:11

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