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[bodytext] => Traveling down the rugged paths of life, Wearied by the constant struggle and fight, I wandered toward a distant glowing light Hoping to find a refuge from the constant strife. Into a dark but not gloomy woods I wandered, Ever seeking that quietly beckoning gleam Always close but still so far till I pondered If I would ever reach that alluring beam. Still I drifted on through the concealing fog, Floating on world-weary feet deeper into the bog. Pushing determinedly onward with a will like steel Hope quickly fading that the light I would ever feel. Finally, faith all gone, I collapsed to my knees Crying to the gods and bewailing my sorry state Till, glancing up, a sight that my tears did sate Made my pulse race and my exhausted heart freeze. Before me an angel stood, hair blowing in the breeze Dressed all in white beautiful wings downward flowing While her feet ripples in the icy lake did tease And even the sun was shamed from its meager glowing. Just for a moment she stood, then was gone, Like a dream disappearing at the break of dawn; While the fog from her beauty had burned away Brightening the path and showing me my way. I received a gift greater than excalibur that day For the fire in my heart which had nearly burned out Had kindled again, strengthening me to return to the fray Where I'll fight, win, and forever be eternally devout To the woman who made me wake, my lovely lady of the lake. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 40 [informant] => TheDevas [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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