Anhe of yonder days-of gold and red braids,
Sad memeories recalled, her tearful tribute pays
Green eyed cat maid, fair faced, now fades.
where her light shone, the bliss of bygone days.
She weeps unseen, of grief and lost life,
tears of faceless fears and hopeless pain,
moaning in faint echo’s her misery and strife.
tears flowing leaving her eyes bloodstain,
She crys to you, one of Odin’s descent,
to end her tragic delimma and woes,
cast for her- magical enchancement
of deep and heavy prefumed prose.
be her long lost dead dream lover,
savior and knightly defender
be her saint, hope, path to recover,
be her desire and dark cinder.
Give back her angelic soul,
take away miseries hand
revenge be hers and
let a new justice stand.
Valerie Ann Wheeler