Dorian Petersen Potter Poet Free verse

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The Lady In White - the Free Flow Style

~The Lady In White~
 (Free  Flow )


It's late evening, 
The Sun dying, is going down; 
It's getting so dark all over the land, 
And high up there too, in that old castle 
Upon the cliffs facing the sea; 
Silence had fallen within 
Filling with mystery, 
All the endless halls 
And emptied rooms; 
A pin dropped could had been heard 
Falling across over the majestic, 
Oversized rooms.... 
But then of sudden a piano's sad notes, 
Sometimes can be heard, sneaking 
All the way in.. 
While the wind outside with the high 
Waves rises and lashes 
At the rugged rocks below, 
Starting a painful howling 
Like that of an 
Immortal and wounded beast; 
Then the forbidden castle itself, 
From its very foundation 
Seems to shake, 
Within the castle's walls 
Now a very beautiful girl is always there, 
Wearing a long, and 
Ivory-snow white colored, very old fashioned dress; 
Pensive, stares at nothing and 
Everything, 
Sorrows untold, shows on her face, 
Fearful are, her eyes so sad, 
In the semi-lit big and beautiful room, 
Holding again her glowing candle 
Like a torch or flaming sword, 
She starts to walk all through the 
Emptied and endless rooms and 
Ancient halls, 
There, in that forgotten and forbidden 
Place, 
That once she had loved so much; 
But now, she's doomed to live there 
Forever, and ever; 
She's imprisoned, she's a trapped soul, 
In that very huge and cold mass of 
Only stones; 
There in that old castle she's just a 
Ghost. 


 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2006


 October.31.2016

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