The Lady of Whitelace Castle
Into the inky darkened elegance
of moon’s hushed serenade
Within the clove of stately elms
her presence soon promenades;
The Lady of Whitelace Castle
dressed in a grand and stately manner
shimmers about through frosty limbs
causing many to flee in terror
She brings with her an afterglow
that blushes the unearthly scene
she remains, to some, a welcomed guest
to others an astonishing dream
This lady in ghost white apparel
drifts about from tree to tree
searching in vain for love unattained
perchance could she find it in thee?
© Debra Squyres 2013/12/30
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013
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