A Maiden Fair (Poetry)

I linger at the hawthorn tree

and beg you not to follow;

I know who may be waiting

under the enchanted canopy.

I long for their rescue

from this dark, wicked world

and for the whispers in the earth

to beckon me home,

where I will finally belong.


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