Day One
Day One of my wait
Should I call out to Fate
My Knight's new mission
Would surely last till after the intermission
Day Two I cried some more
My eyes were red and sore
Now life would mean crying encore
For the time when pain would be out in my store
Day Three showed a new dawn
No more will I be a pawn
I began to relish the smell of the lawn
For freedom asked me not to mourn
Day Four saw an emancipated spirit
No more pitiful and misfit
Now heavy boulders do I lift
Such is surely a God's gift
Day Five saw the return of my knight
He had with him a new sight
A maiden who gave me such a fright
Her agony, her bondage called for a new insight!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2013
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