Slipping into sleep a hundred years ago a spindle, a spell, a castle and an arrow and a bow. Into that tranquil slumber in land…
After it’s all done what is better than skirting around eternity radiant in ethereal light forever with my kindred soul broken no more at the…
I have always liked this poem…whoever She is, for one moment in time, she is very special indeed. It doesn’t really matter, that she wasn’t…