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An Eternal Bride
I've heard tales of a lady who rides in a white carriage along a dirt road,
When the sun sets and the air becomes cold,
She searches for a lover along the seashore
She asks the tides to bring him to her rich or poor,
Each night a different man arrives,
She has one condition they must not tell lies,
As horizon breaks, she returns to her carriage,
An eternal bride, awaiting a marriage.
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The Tale of the Quill
Poeziepoems inspired by fantasy and fiction, sometimes a story takes on a life of its own. These words woven together to create stories emulating lives never lived and tales never spun.
