Huntsman and Maiden

The huntsman kneels to examine his prey A lovely young lady, who’s gone astray The arrow of love was pierced in her chest She woke the next morn after the nights rest She gazed from the ground at the forest ceiling And felt upon her breast a cool touch of healing When the huntsmen, drained from the chase, Saw the maidens stare, he felt his pulse race He lifted her up from her mossy bed And as he carried her, the hunter said “My arrow was blessed in the heavens above, Whomever it struck would be stricken with love.” “And in the forest the moon shone upon your face divine, And from that moment, you had to be mine” She wrapped her arms about his neck And out of the forest they continued their trek When the maiden spoke it filled him with cheer As she told the hunter what he needed to hear “I saw you in the forest, searching for game I knew that I loved and that you’d feel the same” “I wandered on your path so we might meet Then I felt the arrow, bittersweet. ” “And so my dear, your arrow was to no avail, I loved you then and I always will.”