A Love Story

 She walks in beauty

 of the night
 Of 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.