Across the hills
Throughout the lands
An eerie feeling settled
The sound of crying echoed
Would the Knight sense it?
The unrest in the land
Would he find the Lady in the Mist
And what of the Lady, Who was she?
And why had she been trapped for so long?
Surely as no bars held the door
She could walk free.
The Lady in the Mist
Was bound by her own fears
Worthlessness shackled her feet
She did not know how to break free
And why was she surrounded in mist
When all around her was in sun
Was it the tears of her sadness
That made her land that way?
Alison Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-in-the-mist-iii/
