Maiden of Lake Tyrian - Sept. 09, 2010

Michael Kormack

Maiden of Lake Tyrian

She first appeared from the vapors of Lake Tyrian

An apparition clad in azure mist

Shrouded in the sheerest veil of antique lace

Bands of burnished gold upon her wrists

She had wild champagne locks of untamed curls

Swirling down to her waist

Reaching out to caress gentle breezes

As if, to give pursuing chase

Her splendid feet completely bare of dress

Seemed to freely glide

Across the hazy vapors of Lake Tyrian

Her beauty held in pride

I felt no alarming fear inside my heart

Towards the lovely gliding maid

Until I saw slowly emerging from Lake Tyrian

A sword's glistening blade

My gentle heart skipped a fleeting beat

Swiftly freezing in icy fear

So afraid the lovely maid of Lake Tyrian

Would see me standing there

Watching the sword rise up into her delicate hands

My heart stopped in dreadful fear

Yet, as she had first appeared in the hazy vapors

The maiden of Lake Tyrian, disappeared

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010