The Lady in grey

In a castle, far away
there was a princess
dressed in gray.
She was used to look at North
whispering, sad
waiting for someone worth
to come and save her.
Time passed by,

winter after winter
day by day
but she waited in vain.
Till a blue nightingale
alighted on her hand.
"Tell me little bird
shall Spring come someday ?".
"Oh sweet Lady
nobody could say!".
A shining tear from her eye,
dropped in the rain.
She dissolved in the air,
a soul blew by the wind.
At her place, a sign
a bright white rose.

The Wind of the North,
merciful, took her away.

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