FROM THE LONG EVENING ALL ALONE ...
TO THE TALKS WHICH FLOWED ALL NIGHT LONG...
THE WAIT TO HEAR OUT THE VOWS...
THAT WAIT ...UNENDING WAIT ...
TILL THE CHIRP OF THE BIRDS AND CROWS...
TILL THE FIRST YAWN...
THE SHIMMERING LIGHT THROUGH THE CRACKS OF THE DOOR...
TELLING...HERE COMES DAWN
THE HOPE WITHOUT HOPE STILL PREVAILS ...
THE WARRIOR OF LOGIC LEAVES THE PRINCESS HOPE WITH HER WORRISOME MAIDS ...
AND PROWLS AROUND .......TO HOLD AT BAY
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