'Sonnet to the Silver Lady'
How lovely is the night that does embrace
the lost, the weary and the lonely soul -
The darkness hides the sorrow on the face;
the wanderer who's feeling less than whole.
The Silver Lady takes her by the hand
and leads her to the castle in the stars -
where winding spirals hint at fated plans
and masks exist to recreate the heart.
A boon is given for a sacrifice,
a lifetime of devotion and of love -
A promise freely given; a small price
to honor ever more the Light above
Who guides the way with secrets She reveals
thru tide and time and turnings of the Wheel.