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Legend has it,

That when the moon is full,

…and bright,

You can see her,

But only at the hour of midnight.

She comes with cat like grace,

Trying,

Searching,

….seeking,

Her reflection,

A moment to see her face.

Cursed she was,

Because of love,

….or was it pride?

Depending on whose telling the tale.

In the foothills,

But close to the village,

She lives a solitary life,

Outcast…she,

Who couldn’t see,

Beyond the beauty of her face,

…or the ugliness of her pride.

Which put her in this place.

And he rides,

This valiant knight,

Whose pride led him to fight.

He stays his distance on these nights,

But close enough to see.

If,

Tonight will be the night,

Her true reflection,

Will come to light,

And she will truly see.

She looks,

Looks,

..in vain.

Sighing..

Seeing her reflection’s still the same.

And to the forest she returns.

Because inside,

It’s still her pride that burns.

Not love.

He mourns.

And waits,

Until again,

The moon is full,

…and bright,

Hoping against hope,

That next time,

Love,

…will win the fight.

(c)jgard2009

7/16/09