Lady In The Mist - Ii Poem by Alison Smith

Long ago a child wandering in the mist,
Lost and alone, she had came upon a castle
It looked to be a safe place to go
Sounds of laughter seemed to come from there
Was this were she would find some friends.
She was never seen again.

Was this now the lady seen silhouetted
Wandering high in the turrets
Had the child grown up alone and unloved
Was her destiny to wanderer this world alone.
Surely there had to be someone
Someone to rescue her

The lady in the mist was just a tale.
Surely the story could not be real
Maybe someone would feel the pull
And find out if the tale was real
But who but a brave and gallant knight would try.

Surely in these days of rush such a person no longer existed
One daring enough to enter the castle of the dread
And discover the secret in there
Hush words float from within the mist....

'Will no one came play with me? '