Friday, 2 May 2014

Robyn and Guy Of Gisborne

You: My Summer Lord
And I, your Winter King
Both rival and Lover
That have been foretold to suffer

It was written in the stars
I was told by the moon
Keep away my wayward son
But we ran to soon

Into the forest we went
As lovers,
Wolf and Stag
Followed close by my oak Brothers

The moon is high
The chase is on
Night descends
And it has begun.

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