The trees did moan with the winter wind
The waves lapped up on the shore without end
The snow sparkled bright under the ghostly moonlight
And he came to see his love that lived 'round the bend

The blood red scarf lay 'round his throat
A gift she gave with her first love note
His thoughts of her; his horse onward spurred
Anxious to bless her with kisses and dote

She waited patiently at the old inn door
The lantern light touched the moor
Her pounding heart tame as no hoof beats came
But she waited, her shawl pulled 'round her more

Darkness was split by the haunting moon
He had to be coming to her quite soon
The starlight shined and yet she still pined
He had said midnight just that afternoon

The dark trees stood up on the horizon's line
Sharp snow covered treetops of evergreen pine
The band lay in wait; their hearts full of hate
As they shivered coldly and passed the time

A jingle of reins and the clopped, steady beat
Heralded the nearness of equestrian feet
He hummed a soft tune and by the light of the moon
The bandits jumped out, blades ready to meet

Drawing his rapier clean from its hold
He hardened his brow, eyes icy and cold
And with a great shout, he wheeled about
And ran straight to the fray, livid and bold

From the inn door, she heard her love's cry
Dropping her lamp, she ran quickly and spry
Dashing to the trees, though her weak, trembling knees
Hardly carried her, she felt she could fly

They overcame him and knocked him down
His horse fell and pinned him to the ground
He gave up his life when his throat met their knife
And the night sky echoed with his death throw�s sound

The thieves did their robbing and left him dead
The snow served as a cold funeral bed
His love came soon and by the light of the moon
She gently lifted up his grey bloodied head

All night she sat crying next to him there
His head in her lap, his lifeless eyes at her stared
She sang a soft dirge and at the sight she was urged
To join him in stillness and blissful peace fair

The sunlight shown red on the cloudy, drear morn
And by the wood path, two lovers' spirits were born
A bloody pool in the snow served as a gruesome death halo
And she grasped his cold hand, never apart to be torn

Her cool cheek lay on his chest in her sleep
A promise spoken and one they would keep
She met him that night as their souls took flight
And now they danced together on the sunny moors deep


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ero, in the year 387 AF.