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