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mist frost tears 

3 of  ashes words

 His Dream

O' the moors of morning's heavy blue mist

cloaking, it hovers, in pressing embrace.

while shadows crawl 'pon so hoariest of frost

and tears coursing down his sad noble face.

He set forth a plan to win this fair maiden

beholding fierce passion and plan to allure

but she said she's betrothed to another

it was just too much for him to endure

She knows not of his longing and love

golden hair,eyes so blue,skin like cream

He watches her in shimmer morning light

and takes her to be his, only in a dream.

O' the moors of morning's heavy blue mist

cloaking, it hovers,  in pressing embrace.

while shadows crawl 'pon so hoariest of frost

and tears coursing down his sad noble face.