Knew they not when sat to rest
that on a quest they were near sent;
already were they on a quest –
to seek the path where’ere it went.
The moonlight splashed across the leaves.
The path wove through a forest land.
The lady and the lord did weave
where branches bent to woodwright’s hand.
Faerie lights did mark the way
O’re bracken and the stony ground
but they could see as bright as day,
with eyes and hearts both looking round.
His hand was rough against her own
Her sleepy head his shoulder bore
The night belonged to them alone,
In softest, whispered tones they swore.
Her hand was soft upon his arm,
His chestnut hair against her cheek,
He swore her safety from all harm
She pledged no danger ere to seek.
Though darkness she might have to wrest,
She vowed he’d be alone no more,
holding his hand upon her breast
as over both pale light did pour.
These vows most solemnly were sealed,
a contract of the sweetest kind,
while in the scented pine they kneeled,
as hands and souls did gently bind.
The moon had made her red curls white
He noted as he raised her hand,
A fair fae king within her sight,
the noblest, she thought, in the land.
He walked her over rock and trail,
Unto her home where they then stood.
Their chivalrous bond never to fail,
so pledged and signed within the wood.
Knew they not when sat to rest
that purist courtly love they’d found,
and with it ended their great quest
within the forest’s dappled ground.