He sees the mist is rising
Such a beautiful sight
A face appears
A beauty that has never shined before
Her chains are gone
Looking into her eyes
He knows why he traveled so hard
He found his light on a mistless night
Maybe tale or true
Who knows
When you free yourself from inner thoughts
A knight my ride in and free your soul
So the tales where told of old....
Alison Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-in-the-mist-iv-knight-s-tale/
