Haze filled skies…
Lifted up from the gloom…
And the maiden knew…
Yes…the maiden knew.
Tendrils of golden sunlight…
Pierced the gray air…
And the maiden knew…
Yes…the maiden knew.
Pulsating thunderous ramparts…
Hammered the earth…
Beneath her feet…
And the maiden knew…
Yes…the maiden knew.
Her breath quickened…
Her heart raced….
Her breath so warm…
Blew like a cloud…
Into the coldness of space…
And the maiden knew…
Yes…the maiden knew.
A trumpet’s blare…
Pierced the air…
Its notes signaling the start…
And she would take her part.
The Beginning…
It was at hand…
No turning back…
And the maiden knew…
Yes…
The maiden knew.
And now, I simply ask…
Do you?
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