Love forlorn

battlements high of cold gray stone
softly lit by rays of sun
there she walks while gazing out
over the slow rolling waves of the sea

practice field does lie within
covered in grass both soft and green
a worthy knight with sword and shield
looks longingly up at she

long dark curls to slowly wave
with the slow shaking of his head
he returns to the practice drills
endless long hours of training

plain sword and shield of simple steel
no coat of arms nor emblem there
a simple man of arms is he
that ne’er of maiden fair would see

her eyes of blue so clear and bright
the fair features that fill his dreams
the longing passions that burns within
the ache of the heart that knows no relief

again he turn unto his drill
longing that it will empty his mind
free him of his love forlorn
that her love might him embrace

On the morrow he will depart
Traveling hence to the battle where he must be
perhaps somehow his will heart will forget
that perhaps that in his return he might free