The greatest love story,

never told,

needn’t be,

the ones of old.

Living in lands,

cloaked with dreams,

where archetypes rule,

and tears become streams.

When day becomes night,

and Knights rule of old,

where the greatest love stories,

are never told.

 

Pick up a pen,

and brandish your sword,

battle your daemons,

and pen your words,

look to your heart,

for stories held close,

let the midnight ink glisten –

stars dancing with ghosts.

May rainbows arc brightly

and clouds cloak bad dreams,

shooting stars sparkle,

and waltz with moonbeams.

 

© Love Stories 31.12.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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