Upon the sea the Gypsy rides, Treasure trove by her side. Riding mysteries of days of old, Shattering peace as blood runs cold.
Whispering softly the need for peace, The thump of a terrified heart begging for release. A soulful cry, uncontrolled pain in the mind rests, Her faith, her love, and loyalty will be put to the test.
© Cynthia Clark