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My heart pounds and fear is vanquished

For my prince of kings has come to me

he reminds of happiness which somewhere inside lays

asleep waiting to be awakened like a beautiful maiden in disguise



Fantastic mists flow around us,

carry whispers with them

White lights, orbs of life quickly pass us

the night, a sky of dark blues

covers all like a blanket over daylight

Mystical creatures flutter across the horizon

and stop to tell us of stories they've heard



Tales of long ago and of happy times to come

All of which they believe is true,

these wonderful creatures of curious nature

ask questions of how and where

when and why



But we have yet to understand as well

and ask ourselves those same questions

No answers are given

and sighs are exchanged

For all now move on

and carry scarce knowledge of each other  to

tell the next pair of strangers which in the lonely roads we shall meet.