The princess and the suitor
She gave him a locket of her hair
And turned her neck to climb the stairs
And lingering stopped to stoop and stare
At the youth, through clear and static tears
"On your journey fair and true
Keep this locket close to you "
With that, She left her suitor there
On the winding corridor, stark and bare
Her tower withstood the suns bright glare
His doubts and hopes filled the empty air
He'd sail accross the mountain range
And visit countries far and strange
And coming back a prince well-changed
Would find the love that fate arranged
B.S Tilley-Gyado
The Eagle
An eagle sat beneath a tree
And sighing wished he could be free
A chain upon his heart was wound
It was tethered, fastened to the ground
Fly away eagle, Fly away now
Not for you beneath the bough
Lift your eyes to the liquid skies
The heights are yours! They are your prize!
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