The White Tower Prologue Part 1: The White Lady

 

Listen! The White Lady is calling!

She calls out with a clear and crystal voice,
and she sings to me as the sunset falls
Holding out her long and slender hands;
pure and white against the colour of the sky
I am invited to the revels, make haste!


My body rings with the melody; my mind swims
Her song rings like a bell around the walls;
Let the birds fall silent to do her honour
The wind-brush fades, the sun-heat cools
All else is erased and falls to nothingness

She is my hostess, lovely and serene
she offers me a dream of splendid fancy
A mardi gras of exuberance and delight
She shows me visions of her startling beauty
We dance through the wideness of her grace

In her secret garden, the lilies are more fair
than any painted flowers, however bright
When the west wind blows over the garden
Over the wall of my beautiful garden
I am intoxicated by the spices she breathes

She is my dearly beloved
and many waters cannot quench love

For her I will move the mountain
though it take a thousand years
For her I will walk through the fire
though I am engulfed in flames

I will run a hundred miles
to do her lightest pleasure
I will keep her secrets
though it cost me all I have.

She is my beloved lady; (If I lost her,
I would be the forfeit; forsaken and bereaved).
I hold her silken threads wound close around me,
Each thread I gather holds her nearer to my heart.

The tall white tower is my heart's desire
Engulfed in the vastness of her pleasures.

I am hers though fierce the battle
I am hers to the world's end
Her silver cords, the strongest web
are my buckler and my shield

I will keep her flame burning
I will shine the light for her
And the visions that she grants me
That will keep me from despair.

For love is as strong as death.

 



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A dull grey voice at which Peter's flesh crept replied, "I'm hunger. I'm thirst. Where I bite, I hold till I die, and even after my death they must cut out my mouthful from my enemy's body and bury it with me. I can fast a hundred years and not die. I can drink a river of blood and not burst. Show me your enemies."
C.S. Lewis - Prince Caspian

 

 

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