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Tue 3 Feb, 2004 02:12 pm
She stands alone
Across the lake
Just at night
Gone before daybreak.
Flaming hair
Reflects lamp light
Stay lady,don't leave me tonight
Her story must be told.
Come to me sad lady
I'll keep out the cold
I know its pure love
That you crave.
Closer sweet lady
Your lover I remain
Your purple dress
Your tenderness.
Your heart I must have forgiveness
I was your lover
I did not tell
My lady take away this spell.
He was the witch finder
I made him pay
I cursed the day, he came our way
Now he burns in hells fire.
Come back to me
My desire
For my sins they say
Its the drop,the only way.
So sweet lady by the lake
Wait for me
I'm with you before daybreak
Now we are together.
Forget the past
My love for you
Will always last.
Witch-finder burn in hell.
My lady has broken this spell.
The poem's not my style but the title sure is (alliteration and imagery). Love the imagery of "lady of the lake". Always have since Knights of the Round Table.