A dream I might have
A white elephant's charm-
Oh, will-o'-the-wisp
You could do me great harm.
You're the prose
And the knight whose armour shines-
You're the comb so sweet
You're the brine.
You are the White Pine
The wind blast and the wry-
You are what you are
Your evil eye.
Your power is latent
Oh will-o'-the wisp-
My spirit has soared
A rhyme with a twist.
(c) 2007 Christine Rhay
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