Saturday, November 10, 2012


They always had
blue eyes and golden hair,
in every tale I had heard,
I saw no silver swords around your waist,
You came barefoot, there were
no stallion sounds to
precede your royal arrival..
How was I, a mere fool, then to
know who you were?
You stood at the door of my humble hut,
And I threw you some alms,
mistaking you for a beggar,
Seeing my sad apprehensions,
you forgave me for my ignorance
and left silently,
And every treasure I had hid from you
rusted, eternally unknown...

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