Bride of Avalon

White stallion gallops ‘cross yon moor

As lighting, red as blood, assaults the sky

Wee woman child Lendisa from the loins of king and queen

Grips his mane held tight with fear-streaked cry

Tears fill her eyes and blind her sight

She craves the comfort of her lover’s arm

In a laced silk frock soaked with rain and tears

She races the wind to escape a tyrant’s harm

Behind the lass looms the castle’s gloom

The Black Knight sits upon his regal throne

Watching from his mountain crest

Recaling his Queen’s deathbed vow alone

Twas to succor and defend the child to the end

Thus twas made ‘gainst the nature of his blackened mind

Sips his mead and contemplates life now forever changed

For he knows in Avalon what she will find

Teardrops from his iced cube eyes descend

In his mind he sees her ride the wind to escape

For Princess knows not of her true love’s demise

Orders given for Black Knight’s domain to shape

Now, near a fresh grave the king’s comrades wait

They will return Princess Lendisa to his castle keep

Tonight to be wed and crowned Queen of Avalon…

Only in secret for her lover’s soul she’ll weep