The Lone Hermit
There sits in the highlands of Scotland a hermit, she is poor and barely has any cloths, She
carries a lantern in hope to enlighten, but the people usually run away quite frightened. She is a
lonely lady, who only wishes to save you, but her looks prove to be too much for any mortal man
to bear, they usually jump of the cliffs when they see her without a care. As beautiful as she
may be she is cursed no man will take her to bride in fear of tides of immense power for which
none dare desire. She weeps all day in and through the night, waiting for a savior to bring her
much needed delight. But to no avail her dreams have failed her. She gets up out the cave and
looks to the skies. She sees no reason why she deserves to cry. Is it because the Gods
themselves are jealous of her beauty and knowledge she holds? Or is it a simple lust for power
that keeps her in everlasting torment which was foretold. She hides in peoples' grasses hoping to
catch someone, so she can turn them away from the darkness which this world has brought
everyone to enjoy. Why is her light so ugly? Is it truth? Or another trick? All I know is that
she is sitting on that mountain up high waiting for some majestic knight to take her away to a
land of freedom where she knows she can spread her light, with no fear and no hate a simple
place has not yet been created so she must wait
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