Reads like he had his way, his way, which was way too short for her; leaving her to wish that he had stayed to finish what he started… Dammit. So, she still waits, hoping for better, but never gets it. First as an old maid, and then a spectre--so sad.
I believe I ran into a couple of those old maids when I was dating. I believe they are still waiting for that warrior they're looking for to come back.
I love the phrase "moves her lips but never speaks," the perfect metaphor to express the longing implicit in this poem. We all have such longing, in whatever particular form it may take. Much said here in few words. John
When John Gideon is transported to the extraordinary world of Illúmaril, he’ll soon discover that his entire existence has been leading up to the shocking destiny he’ll soon fulfill.
A cerebral dark Mystery of the Third Age..The serenity of a Roman statesman is interrupted by a wild-haired wanderer. The zealot seeks refuge from the powerful demon pursuing him, and not only that, but tries to recrui
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I believe I ran into a couple of those old maids when I was dating. I believe they are still waiting for that warrior they're looking for to come back.
Ron