Fair Lady

Harley Quinzell

In twilight’s grace where softest shadows play,
A maiden fair embarks on fated course,
Through realms unknown where whispered winds convey,
The echoes of her name with gentle force.

O stars, align and light her path with care,
To guide her steps through night’s uncertain veil,
Let not the tempests rise nor dark despair,
But peace attend her journey, swift and hale.

For she, the goddess crowned in mortal guise,
Must find her way to where my heart resides,
Her passage sure, beneath the watchful skies,
To cross the seas where love in silence bides.

So may the fates in kindness weave their thread,
To bring her safely where our paths are led.