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There is a thin break between here

And the world beyond which we dwell

It is gossamer...

Beautiful and other worldly

For lack of a better description

And in this land, there is a beautiful princess

A dark horse with a single horn

And red, angry eyes;

Menacing eyes

Guards the doors

He lets no one by and no one through

But, you see, this gorgeous maid,

Belongs solely to me

In enchantment's twilight hour

She rides the beast

To our cove by the sea

And many a night

She has lain with me

Her skin is creamy as

The fresh milk from the royal cows

And there is nothing as shining blue-black

As that of her hair

Her voice,

it's like the sea calling soundlessly

And the moon rising fitfully

Is in no match to the illumination of her eyes.



And when I wake,

There is no princess, no milk white maid

Its dreamt again and it's worth more than any

Single thing

Worth more than the love between her and me

And I still smell the faint demureness of the scent she wore

At our cove by the sea