'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.