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Untitled by the author  - I call it "To The Lady"
           A darkened place, a darkened soul I found,
           Where poetry and saddened mind embrace.
           My eyes did read, my mind remained unbound,
           And still to her my thoughts did often trace.
           The darkness there, could I, might I refute?
           Or finding such an unrelieved desire,
           Should I not journey further, silent, mute,
           And leave her anguished, burning on her pyre?
           Is it within me not to reach with hand
           And mind and heart and soul to one in pain,
           To bid her see the light, to turn, demand
           The darkness pass, and breathe so free again?
                   O, Lady fair with dreams but sadness dark,
                   Return to life and listen for the lark!©
                                    Magvulpes 1-2-2000

               

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