As evening fell,
a maiden stood
at the edge of a wood.
In her hands lay the reins
of a stallion.
And ne'er I'd seen
a girl as fair,
heard a gentler voice anywhere.
Whispered, "Alas..."
She belonged, belonged to another--
Another forever.
Yes, she belonged to
the twilight and mist.
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