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Time was ticking away as I stumbled in the rain,
            My carriage was in a ravine, the coachman dead;
Oh the beautiful horses with their broken necks,
      I followed a light until I was knocking on a door.
Sheets of rain poured down on me from up above,
             Slowly the door opened as I stood dripping;
I fainted and I was lost in a sometime world.
      Slipping into an inky, dark, fathomless void.

Blowin' free in a dreamy, lovely, drifting place,
            As gentle hands removed my dress and petticoat;
Then I felt my corset and undergarments being taken,
      I really should protest, after all I was a lady of 1680.
For days in delirium, I heard myself softly muttering,
            The king will come, the king will come, the king;
I lay on a soft bed of furs before a blazing fireplace,
      The forest green with leaf and stream in the wild.

The warrior Argus tended to me for many, many days,
            He had found the carriage and buried the dead;
She is beautiful, he thought with growing sweet love,
      And then one bright dawn I opened my eyes.
Looking down at me was the most handsome man,
            And I was shamelessly aware of my nakedness;
I should be screaming was my first reaction in reality,
      Then the King's Guard was breaking down the door.

And I loudly yelled, "throw down the swords!"


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August 25, 2015

Poetry/Narrative/Argus- and the Lady
Copyright Protected, ID 15-703-650-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, Album Tracks
sponsor, James Fraser

Ninth Place

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