James Peters

The Glade

Strolling out one summers day - I chanced upon a glade
And though I could not say, quite how - To the centre, I was bade
I ventured slowly, glancing round - To see what tugged at me
There beckoning, with whispers - Stood a silver Valkyrie
In disbelief I made to go - She quickly begged me stay
I turned back facing to the glade - And found, she barred my way
Behind her, in a crest of arms - Was a knight on bended knee
And as I stood, a stalwart voice - Did speak these words to he
“Be b

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