The darkness falls quickly
There's no moon to offer light
A traveller rests his weary legs
Beneath the starless sky
A bitter wind cruelly blows
You hear it's banshees cry
The cold cuts to his bones
No kindling for him to light
He wraps up as warm as he can
As he waits for the oncoming dawn
And enough light for him to find
Some shelter from this storm
But then with his eyes he sees
Something he can't quite believe
A strange vision of a woman
Pointing to beyond the trees
The traveller gathered his courage
And follows her into the trees
And there stood in the clearing
Was a dry shelter for him to sleep
With a happy heart he turned back
To thank this angel of the storm
For this kindness she had shown
But to his sadness she had gone
As the sun rose the traveller woke
The lady still heavy on his mind
Who was this magnificent vision
Who gave him shelter from the night
As the years go by he does not forget
Her face ingrained in his memory
Doomed to never know the name
Of the lady in the trees
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Author:
Daniel (
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Comments3
A great piece depicting the guardian angel (but which can be interpreted in various ways) - a life saving, strength giving, hope restoring work which is a pleasure to read. Long live the lady in the trees! Xx
Thanks SabreLi
A story of a mysterious rescue! And, the guardian angel is an excellent interpretation. Very nice work.
Thank you WBL
Welcome!
What a neat story so cleverly presented.
Thanks Augustus
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