:*:* Guardian Of The Pass :*:*
There is a legend that's very old
Which cries out loudly to be told
Of life, death and love denied
Of the tears and pain of a betrayed bride
So beautiful she was as a delicate rose
Lovely she looked from her head to toes
Her smile was fresh as the April rains
Many heard of her beauty across the planes
Her skin was soft as an angel's kiss
Passion burst forth from her inviting lips
She gave her tender heart to a warrior chief
But soon his love brought her constant grief
He was hooked by the clutches of wicked wine
His roving eyes made him a two timing swine
One day she simple just had enough
She made up her mind to become tough
She mixed a potion with trembling hands
While her mind was busy with making plans
At lunch she served him a hearty feast
Knowing at nightfall he would be deceased
But her conscience accused her mercilessly
She repented as she drank poison guiltily
The Spirits punished her in a curious way
At the Pass for eternity she would stay
Guarding the ships as they travelled through
Between the rocks she stands in full view
Perchance if you would look carefully
The rocks displays her silhoette very sadly
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