The White Lady
Lying in her chamber,
In an enchanted sleep -
Waiting for a saviour
To share the secret she keeps.
Sleeping for all time,
Waiting for the horn
To release her from the demon,
In whose grasp she is torn.
One brave soul can wake her,
To make her his true bride -
He might fight the demon,
At whose hands many men have died.
The lady guards a treasure,
In an enchanted sleep -
Waiting for a saviour
To share the secret she keeps.
Sleeping for all time,
Waiting for the horn
To release her from the demon,
In whose grasp she is torn.
One brave soul can wake her,
To make her his true bride -
He might fight the demon,
At whose hands many men have died.
The lady guards a treasure,
Hidden in her sleep.
She is the key to Rosslyn,
Whose secrets run so deep.
Hidden 'neath the castle,
In her enchanted room.
She dreams of who will wake her,
And prays he will come soon.
Blow the horn or draw the sword,
The choice that he must face.
Find the lady dressed in white,
Free that cursed place.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2009
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2009
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