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The Traveler and the Maiden

 Last night he dreamt
Of a maiden so fair
But when he awoke
She wasn't there, no


Weary eyed and soul he left
His room that day
Took his belongings
And eight copper paid


He left the inn
On the edge of the forest
And set out on his way
Where dreams may lead him


The wind blew north
Helped him along
The sun shone brightly down
The birds sang their song


Lo and behold
A fork in the road
Led him to a path
He travels alone



He followed the path
He hadn't seen before
The air got dark
So he drew his sword


It led to a meadow
With an old oak tree
And the maiden there
Weeping silently


He asked her why
That she would cry
Cannot you see?
I've come for thee



The maiden smiled
And she slowly rose
The wind took her away
To where nobody knows


A whisper in his ear
Carried on the breeze
“You're the only one who wept
If only in your dream”
Written by Crestfallen_Still
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