M'lady of the moor
when first i seen
standing she was
on a cnoll
of Kelly
green
A moonraker
was she
standing proud
amidst the
crowd
she wore
babes breath
round her
ivory neck
a wispy cloud
for a crown
a shining sword
hanging down
a sliver cord
wore she
her
eyes ablaze
with the
fiercest gaze
transfixed
me in
a daze
besotted
by the
haze
allotted
a portion
of
heavenly mead
she did bid
me to plead
for sweet release
instead
i begged to be
bound neath
the winters moon
silently gazing
into loves tender face
unending joy
to my disgrace
forever wanting
M'lady of the moor
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