Prisoner, Mine
She wanders in the eventide mists
Since the fates left us worlds apart
Locked away immortal, deep within
The safe round towers of my heart
And should her ghost abandon me
For the sake of befuddled schemes
Well then, blessed was I to love her
Through the marrow of my dreams.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Select J, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "A Succinct Treat" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor
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