Lady Of The Moor
A poem that brings a message of love, truth and light

A cloudy mist floats softly by,
Wisps of cotton fill the sky,
Water droplets cool the air,
Moisture coats the rocky earth.
And there upon the farthest tor,
Is where the Lady of the Moor,
Walks, wrapped in robes of silk,
With lips as stone and skin as milk.
The wind blows ripples through her hair,
As she stands so tall with a silent stare,
When a Raven croaks from the valley below,
She lowers her head and turns to go.
They say in tales from long ago,
The lady is a sign of hope,
A beacon of power in truth and light,
Where life is love, and love is life.
by Sue Cartwright
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