The sword has inked for her,
&mbsp; &mbsp; Excalibur.
The Lady of the Lake
&mbsp; &mbsp; sits quietly by,
&mbsp; &mbsp; &mbsp; &mbsp; &mbsp; lost in the mists.
A tear runs slowly, endlessly,
&mbsp; &mbsp; &mbsp; pooling at her feet.
Ripples spreading to the universes shores,
As a million stars shoot across the sky
Gods tears. . .
&mbsp; &mbsp; raining towards the earth.
All is forgiven,
Nothing forgotten.
dlt © Dec. 20 2004
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