Friday, May 18, 2012

La Belle Dame sans Merci

Though I woke from a slumber
With a start
My mount was nearby and calm
And she was sitting there
Upon it
Without words
She made me feel
Like she was calling
I feared I'd been wrapped in a spell
And  had no chance to arms
I'd lost all memory
I refused to draw my sword
Her beauty comforted me
And I'd found myself in her trance
La Belle dame sans Merci smiled
And I was hers
For that moment
I could not tell you if I were awake
Or it was some sort of dream
But I remember it well
Repeated trips to the memory I take
She was stunningly beautiful
Wrapped in red garments
And auburn hair
She was calling me without words
And I came to her there