LimpingGnome

Times beyond counting away and ago Lost in the measure and lost in the flow There was then a maiden of tree height so looming That her hair looked akin to a willow-tree blooming. Her eyes blazed like sunlight amid her red strands Her skin, alabaster, with unblemished hands Her smile was whiter than pure snow on the peaks And her body of envy to the Gods of the Greeks. But all was not well with the kingdom she walked And the young giant woman was hated, though stalked- Here enters the villain, a misguided bachelor King, Who ordered her murdered- poor different dear thing. A villager heard who admired her spirit And would warn her