From up atop the castle wall
She braids her hair to let it fall.
To her one true and only love
Plaits she, her braids from high above.

Her heart, though trapped within her breast
Shatters the twilight from its rest.
And as the shadows melt to one,
When day at last is finally done,
Her breath is caught.

With hand to ear she hears her prince as he draws near.

He thinking only, lips of wine,
Climbs his way on winding vine,
Where sure of foot and pure of heart
Pledges he, to not depart.

Embracing hearts, blushing, kissed,
They sit entwined till dawning mist
Quietly creeps along the wall,
Heralded by the lonely call
Of lost love, unrequited still.
He slips away over the hill.

Then, from whence he came, a parting wave.
Her lips still warm from kisses gave.
She wipes away a tear of sorrow
And brings up her tresses for the morrow.

10/21/2001

Posted on 10/21/2001
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