Her pale countenance was like a skull
So far up in the sky
Twilights embers were fading fast
Somewhere a creature moaned it’s last
Lament
As clouds began to dress
The palest moon in grim black clouds
The mists swept in from the lake
As the sword was cast
Into the murky abysmal waters
Her hand, the lady of the lake
Caught it
And all the worlds succumbed to silence
Only the Moon in twilight spoke
Behind dark clouds
A silent note

(C) 2013 Allen Simpson
Inspired by Arthurian Mythology

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