'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood,
When darkness was a virtue, and the roads were full of mud.
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in",  she said.  "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And suddenly I turned around, and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She came to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorn.
"Come in",  she said.  "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I found this poem on some web-site I don't remember the name of, and I really liked it. I have absolutely no idea who its author is. So if this poem was on your web-site, you're welcome to E-mail me, and I'll either remove it from this page or write a disclaimer here, noting that this is your work, depending on your wishes.