The Mist
The maiden kneels and sings aloud
across the moonlit lake to raise
the dragon’s breath. Her head is bowed
with prayer in flight from mind’s malaise.
The lark ascends through leafy maze,
disrobes the night of starlit shroud,
awakes the day with song ablaze,
a morning sky without a cloud. |
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