She walks in beauty
of the nightOf cloudless climes
And starry skies
...........Lord Byron
She was born a beauty of the realms
A child who played and sang
Of meadows past across the field
The beauty glimmers with dawning gleams.
At night the mystified stars that shone
The fireflies around her like magic spells
She gurgled with joy among the scented clump
With blossoming days a maiden grown
With the rains came love from highland throne
A battered hero who saw no more
Than his love across the drizzling field
As if the heaven found his betrothed unknown
They found the love in the crystal showers
Where once she played and ran
The rooks had grown and bounty land
The clump brimming with flowers
They vowed when the drizzle adorn
The land breathed with joy
Of merry cheer and food and fest
That came to halt at the English horn
They found peace in thunder love in rain
They vowed on soul and joy
The horn blew a call of task
A battle story that brings pain and again
The sky weeped and weeped the whole day long
And several days more
Till battles fought that bled the grass
And bugle blew each darkness song
Came the king with spires in hand
Battles won enemies gone
The realm is free they told
But showering blisters didn't soothe her pain
Her love remain untold
They spoke no more of him and went
She ran across the field
It rained today amongst the corpse that lay
The blood the land appeared to yield
She found her vow and all her love
Battered and dunked in pain
Oh my love you belong to me
No matter the frame of crumbling pain
She found her joy in broken arms
And broken ribs that was never the same
But he who loved her bounty n more
And she would only love his claim
They danced in rain once more
A broken leg he came to fault
She picked him up and giggled again
For her life no more knew to halt.