Allyriane by Melina Raven Maness DieboldWind 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"
04/02/2002 Posted on 04/02/2002 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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