Maiden Of The Ancient World Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

Maiden Of The Ancient World



walking shadow,
quiet thoughts,
searching for eternal love,
a sweet scent has lead this fellow,
to a scared young one at time,
protecting her the shadow does,
through the darkness,
through the light,
following her,
is his delight.

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