Lady Frances met Lord Gerald
strolling by the whispering sea
exchanging friendly glances
she tingled with intrigue
in her eyes, he saw the answers
in his heart, she saw her dreams
the entire kingdom reveled when
they were married in the spring
their kisses rang like music
to a sweet angelic choir
their bodies danced with passion
near the hearth of Lilith's fire
as they built a happy home
their empire fell in peril
pain trickled down their cheeks
as his vessel raised its anchor
she gazes toward the harbor
when the soldiers’ ships come in
and reads the news of war
praying his name’s not on “the list”
now the fighting’s come and gone
with but rumors of his being
as Lady Frances walks the shore
twixt fading hope and grievingRunnells, Iowa ‘16
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