The Ethereal Beauty.
She yearned for a love, out of reach of mortal being.
And she hid behind hair, as long as the night.
Her beauty immortal, behind trees she was peering.
A heart full of hope, looking out for her knight.
She skipped through the flowers on a hot summers evening.
Delighting in natures divine mystery.
When a sound on the ground set her heart to loud beating.
A knight in fine armour stood under a tree.
She hid from the vision of all she had longed for.
Lowering her eyes, with her face blush'ed red.
And a tear running down from her softly drawn eyelid.
And the knight turned away, with his horse, which he led.
The beauty would wander the forest for hours.
Looking here, looking there, darting around.
Gathering branches, and pulling up flowers.
Holding vigil, and making her bed on the ground.
She would cover herself with a blanket of laurel.
The stars were here company, owls were her friends.
She would sing, and lament, and ponder on morals.
On her knight, on her love, how the story would end.
Her beauty was great, but the eye would not linger.
She was visually fair, but was dark of the mind.
Strands of fine hair, she would twist round her finger.
She would jerk, and would twitter, till the words she could find.
She bathed herself in the lake in the morning.
Coming out of the water a sight caught her eye.
Twas the knight on his steed, he was roaring, and laughing
At the beautiful maiden, and her love it did die.
She beckoned for his sword, so she could admire it.
This damsel was shaking and trembling with fear.
And she lifted the hilt, and brought down the dull metal.
Through his heart, with a lunge, and a scream, and a tear.
At night you can see her hiding in shadows.
With the moon on her face, and as black as the night.
Shaking and trembling, this ethereal beauty.
At the knowledge of madness, and her imaginary knight.
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