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CASTLE IN THE MIST




Far beyond the hills, laden in a valley of emerald green
Stood the mighty, "Castle in the Mist" of sparkling dreams

In the early morn, you would see rolling waves of sparkling mist
The Vally's and fields, all seemed as if the dew were diamond kissed

A summer breeze with the fragrance of Lavender graced this land
Brilliant colored birds sing songs so sweetly and so grand

The fawn and rabbit were seen playing from morn till night
Butterflies frolic through fields of daises white

This "Castle of the Mist", was sheltered from all that was bad
There was dancing, singing and no one was ever sad

Long since claims were made by a maidens wish
She had hair of sand, eyes like sapphires and ruby lips

There was music, singing and dancing through out the night
Long flowing dresses swirled about the Grand Hall of Light

All made merry for the land was fruitful and with joy
Everyday was like having Christmas for every girl and boy

To the south of the land was the "Forest DE Holtzanmoor"
Once beautiful Forget-me-knots and the largest ferns did adored

It is said to steer clear, that there in this forest tall and green
Lives strange creatures large and small, ruled by a wicked Queen

Many have traveled into the forest and were never seen again
Where you wonder what has happen to those, what of them?

Warriors, Huntsmen and Prince disappeared in a flash of light
With a Sirens call, enchanting and sweet, trickery was their blight

Queen Cassandra, a black haired beauty made of fire and ice
She was betrayed and left alone, not once, but twice

Once the beauty, her name was spoken in halls supreme
Her world was golden and her life a dream

It is said her cries are heard from morn till night
For the "Forest DE Holtzanmore", no longer holds life

Long since the stories speak of one so beautiful and fare
Queen Cassandra, the beauty with the long black hair

The "Castle in the Mist", still boarders the tall and green
No cries are heard, no flashes of light are ever seen

All is grand in the land of sparkling dreams
Handed down stories of Cassandra, the Queen!








  

by Richard Lee Cook
Copyright 2011
An SILVERFEATHER Creation




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