The lady sits within the tower, gazing at the view,
adorned with just a simple gown, worn only by a few.
Guarded by a liege of knights outside the castle wall,
by the fireside she sits as the evening starts to fall.
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One more lyric to your credit. The story is nicely written.
I will and always will be the Saints Lady. Saint Cynosure that is. =D this is really cool. I am also awaiting my Saint to come take me away. good job. Mrs. Cynosure