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KATE PRICE
Words by Mark W. Lewis The ruins stood amidst the bog The folk knew not from whence they came A rumor floated in the fog Of a white and wistful, ghostly dame Twas said she prowled the ruined walls And all the while bemoaned her fate Down crumbling, moss encrusted halls Her voice would echo and relate A stronger heard the village tell A tale of spectre, moss and stone From stories heard around the well He would see it for himself alone He found within the haunted place A maiden sleeping very sound With dark hair streaming 'cross her face And falling tangled to the ground He slowly crept up to her side And bent his ear unto her chest And life within her did reside A faint heartbeat within her breast The wind then moved the clouds aside Which made the moon reveal her face He jumped behind a wall to hide As light filled up the horrid place And as he watched with fullest awe An evil mist fell from the stones And uttering words of ancient law It settled down into her bones Her eyes shot wide, she sat upright A flame of yellow burned insane Her moaning filled the frightened night And echoed through the halls again The spectre heard the church bells toll And stopped the maidens sad lament Then with a scream it left her soul And she collapsed, her body spent The evil mist then pulled away And whispered back from when it came The night seeped back without delay And silence then held court again He knew just what he had to do And left the ruins for behind 'Twas clear to him as morning dew He'd rescue her or he would die The day was spent in plans and schemes The hour now was growing late Then armed with naught but sword and dream He rode to meet what lay in wait He gathered up the maiden and Removed her to the open air Then lying down upon the sand He took her place and waited there The time was night, the mist arrived And took it's evil, alien shape With lengthy neck and bulbous eyes He realized there was no escape He grabbed the mist, it screamed with hate And twisted in his surly grip He drew its sword and struck its pate And 'cross his glove it's green blood dripped The maiden woke when it was dead And ran into the young man's arms His heart reached out to hers and said I'll keep you safe and out of harm
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