Autumn Rose Wood Poet I do not know?

Uncertain

White knight sweeps white bride off her feet into his arms 
The guards stand down 
The queen relinquishes her crown 
All is well, or is it? 
Night falls down and the moon drinks the sea 
The bride is a weeping widow that sees nothing through 
The willow tree. 
Her knight has fallen 
And the clouds are too high to wipe her tears 
Won't climp an enchanted ladder and steal all the silver linings 
Her world is lost and shattered like a glass wedding gift, 
Or is it? 
She is strong 
Like the women of her line, of her time 
She trains with deceased beloved's sword and saves the day. 
The sun returns as she holds her newborn 
Love is found again in her son's eyes 
Or is it?

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Diane Christian October 9, 2008 at 6:13 AM aww i like this poem, it is well written, I liked it because it reminded me of when I worte my poem certainty, so I was sure of what life was all about, cool and thanks for your feed back on my poem, from diane