Knew they not when sat to rest
\nthat on a quest they were near sent;
\nalready were they on a quest –
\nto seek the path where’ere it went.<\/p>\n
The moonlight splashed across the leaves.
\nThe path wove through a forest land.
\nThe lady and the lord did weave
\nwhere branches bent to woodwright’s hand.<\/p>\n
Faerie lights did mark the way
\nO’re bracken and the stony ground
\nbut they could see as bright as day,
\nwith eyes and hearts both looking round.<\/p>\n
His hand was rough against her own
\nHer sleepy head his shoulder bore
\nThe night belonged to them alone,
\nIn softest, whispered tones they swore.<\/p>\n
Her hand was soft upon his arm,
\nHis chestnut hair against her cheek,
\nHe swore her safety from all harm
\nShe pledged no danger ere to seek.<\/p>\n
Though darkness she might have to wrest,
\nShe vowed he’d be alone no more,
\nholding his hand upon her breast
\nas over both pale light did pour.<\/p>\n
These vows most solemnly were sealed,
\na contract of the sweetest kind,
\nwhile in the scented pine they kneeled,
\nas hands and souls did gently bind.<\/p>\n
The moon had made her red curls white
\nHe noted as he raised her hand,
\nA fair fae king within her sight,
\nthe noblest, she thought, in the land.<\/p>\n
He walked her over rock and trail,
\nUnto her home where they then stood.
\nTheir chivalrous bond never to fail,
\nso pledged and signed within the wood.<\/p>\n
Knew they not when sat to rest
\nthat purist courtly love they’d found,
\nand with it ended their great quest
\nwithin the forest’s dappled ground.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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