Signed, Your Dear Manolo Poem by Natasha Foster

In the Secret Valley of Silence,
Out of the night that covered me,
I laid me down upon the shore,
And thought only of you.

I heard the wind beat against the
Sails of Phantom ships,
Under the wide and starry sky;
So faint, I wasn't sure they were there.

I heard an army charging upon the land;
If I should die, think only this of me:
If you ask it of me, I will go.
With all my love, signed, your
Dear Manolo.