he saw the laughter in her eyes
a flash of mirth
and it was gone.
her face was cold
taut and drawn
yet her beauty shone forth
a radiance enhanced
one that spoke of laughter and dance
if her spirit hadnt been broken
cruelly so
into one that was hard
and so chillingly cold.

but, bold lad he was
he took a step
and placed a fair rose on yon lady's lap
she looked up
and he smiled down
-
and from his sleep
he came around.

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