The Storyteller: The Sorceress
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Evil lurks neath the beauty's eyes
And now scorned she seeks her vengeance.
A gilt sword is what she wants and
The greed seethes in her cold, black heart.
A father mourns his cherished love.
She could not dispel the deep ties
Wrapped round his heart by a fae queen.
Yet, there's a third who'll play a part.
A son unknown, for knighthood vies,
Who will be so easily swayed.
For he knows not what darkness lies
Beneath the eyes and proffered hand.
For she cares not whom lives or dies
Her goal a gilt sword of legend.
He thought her the purest mistress
Rapt by her mesmerizing stare.
When first he saw those verdant eyes,
His heart given. A gift too free.
Forsaking his training, a code
Broken for want of this temptress.
A dark spell woven of deceit
And with half truths so hard to see.
This woman of hidden darkness
Had lured him with old legends. Well
Spun tales of mythical prowess
Hoping to gain her gilded prize.
A charmed heart has begun it's quest
Driven by the sorceress's lies.
The search has begun
By Sharon Elaine English