The Lady of Mystery
When I discovered a light of the hidden secret,
Down dark deep passages of ageless years;
Through the dim hallway while spiritedly I flew
There stood that ghostly figure of silky white blue.
Eagerly I followed back through the old days of yore
Through lost eras of horror driven fears;
To whence I would lose sight, but always pursued
That phantomish lovely lady of pale pink blue.
Turned centuries she beckoned that to her I fly,
To immerse myself through the dark narrow way;
To approach with thunder, this azure mystery
And endlessly to see this chariot of secrets to be!
By: Lucky to be Irish
