With
the recent turn of events, I escape through the crevaces of my mind.
I fly on a journey to an unknown land and ignore the flippant remarks
of those in command. I seek only peace and some sort of order. The
picture in my mind that I most hold dear is in a frame of gold, my
mother dear. She should like this place, this place of peace.
In
a distance I see the handsome prince. What is his purpose at this
very time. Is he here to dazzle me or is his purpose of some taboo?
The trees are bending now and whispering a sweet song. A fog is
rolling in and could be cut with a knife but it gives shelter to the
deer that wish to be hidden.