Maiden from Graceful Wanderer by Jane Frances

On and on and on, the quiet night sets in,
Descending into stillness and the deeper state of being,
Slow burns the moonlight.

The lake it tells a secret of a girl who walked its shore,
She glided past the boathouse to gaze at those adored.


Here comes the nightscape, the woods amist with haste,
The crackling flames of glory, down the lane lies a frozen gate.

The folklore tempts you inward, to the mysteries they keep,
To a life of destined solitude, protecting your own peace.

Here comes the nightscape, the woods amist with haste,
The crackling flames of glory, down the lane lies a frozen gate.

Seeds that grow, reborn she glows, ascension flows.

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