THE DREAM

I was woken up by a dream
The only one and first of it's kind
That of a pretty maiden
With a handsome knight by the stream

The maiden kept her distance
Because the knight was betrothed
Even when there was chance
When on a stallion he roded

She walked to the stream
Her hands she wanted to cleanse
When firm fingers grasped her palm
Making her loose her sense

It was the knight...oh why was he there
He didnt reply to her curious stare
Unleash your clasp she tried through actions
But it didnt yield fruitful reactions

Shaking from the dream
I woke without the sense of day or night
Thinking of the maiden by the stream
Because rules she was trying to follow
Even if she wanted the knight


She knew
Even though the clasp was from him, not her
The betrothed of another damsel
The world will always blame not him, but her
For a paltry price, her innocent heart
Was going to sell!!

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