Renee Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

RENEE

In my hometown, there dwelled a fair maiden,
Who lived in a castle near the Gulf of Aden.
She would wander their in a spacious square,
And wif many rare perfumes, she did grace the air.

Her mane was black and her tresses were long,
And there lived in her gaze a sacred light
Which would blend wif the turrets in the moonglow bright,
And her heart was filled wif a sanctified song.

Tan one night she was taken far away
By a Sultan's court to a cruel life at sea.
And although she never returned to me,
We now reside in an eternal day.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ