In dark stormholding sits my lady long
Amidst the dimmest shades of long and endless night
Where long and fast fall clouds of tinted gray
And shadows running here and to and fro
Encapture and envelope all from sight
And twist the very sinew of the day.
And yet she sits and looks to heaven's gate
With burnished eye and empty, polished hand
An azure heart, and tongue of burnished gold
To reach and grasp and hold for dearest life
And as the light sinks down to clasp still tight
To wait for naught and hope for all in vain.
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