Anecdotes: Moonlit Maiden
Up she ascended the parapet high,
The air as still as a distant dream.
Lifting her arms, she embraced the sky,
And shattered the silence with her scream.
Fast she fell through the icy air,
Her windswept hair about her face,
Her noble features wane and fair,
A testament to lasting grace.
Some whispers in the court, I'm told,
Of love abandoned for another.
Her passion lit by a bonnie man,
Then turned to stone by his secret lover.
So down she was flew to the rocks below,
Her silhouette adorned by mist,
Her soul awrack in piteous throes,
Her traitor's name upon her lips.
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