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by Melina Raven Maness Diebold

Wind upon her cheek
as she sedately stares
Hurries the twinkling tear
her sad face bears
A maiden, an angel
she seems to be
Peering calmly
Overlooking the sea
She pauses to think
Aching inside
wishing to be
his beloved bride
The choice, not hers
was his to make
His words not hers
her heart did break
Sadness stirring
within her breast
Burning with the passion
the starve for death
Hurt and humbled
she looks around
She takes a step forward
and makes not a sound
From upon the cliff
with a gentle glide
she whispers a prayer
and embraces the tide
A masculine figure
Approaches the scene
He ponders, he doubts
This sorrowful dream
Not a sound was heard
As the ocean beat the sand
But a mournful plea,
an echo of "Allyriane"


Posted on 04/02/2002
Copyright © 2022 Melina Raven Maness Diebold

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