From Yon Darkened Keep
There afar in yon darkened keep,
Beyond my casement high,
Stands the stone of an angel lost
That yet earthly lingers nigh.
The wind blows and the mist flows
From the graven chill,
And thus upon she wanders forth,
For she loves me still.
O’ to sorrow, to journey forth,
Hath become her spirit’s end;
To breach amid the nightly mist
And carry upon the wind!
The moon glows and time slows,
As she wanders from the nil;
Thus many years she’s borne upon,
For she loves me still.
My one true love grieves in death,
Thus she doth not sleep,
As yet she treks her earthly course
From yon darkened keep.
As the wind blows, the mist flows,
Forever and ever ‘til,
And thereupon she’ll wander forth,
For she loves me still.
Copyright © R. L. Mccallum | Year Posted 2015
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