Sun-Golden by Scott M Pratchner Wicked moonlight, have you no hold; And be small and weak in her sun-golden hair. Fear and frustration, glitter fools gold; You can keep your lies, sorrow, despair. You will deceive me no more in the cumbersome night, You've lost your grip on my dread weary mind. I found deep inside the courage to fight, She lifted my heart with words simple and kind So now I sleep soundly at night Bathed happily in sun-golden light. 09/25/2001 Posted on 09/25/2001 Copyright © 2024 Scott M Pratchner Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)