Seduced, or Not?
I had a dream last night.
A king was traveling across the land,
looking for true love.
He stopped at my house to rest.
I cooked up my finest meal,
I tried to make him comfortable
in my simple cottage home.
After we ate, we sat by lamp light,
telling ghost stories into the night.
As the light burned low, magic filled the room.
He took my hand and asked me to be his wife.
It was then I awoke, to the sound of a door closing.
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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