The Chaotic Good

The Highland Warriors took on her enemies,
For, I have held her heroes in my dreams,
She has been into their minds & thoughts,
And sought refuse in countless soulless bodies.
It's solace she seeks- I have got not.
The bearer of all seers, and the master of dance.
Swirling Emotions in a trance.
Dust ridden road leading nowhere,
Endless days fill their plight.
I have been lead to the dark
I lost the will to see; I have a notion of my dreams-
I can't see and I can't predict,
In a distant a castle stands bare,
A façade that no longer holds the splendours of Camelot.
Nor the wretchedness of her cruel ruler,
Over her mighty blessed land.
Heaven's without you. Solace you seek
When tears no longer trickle. My love I grow weak.