Kathryn's Love Part Vi
In secret council they met
Part Six
Weary and tired,
No threat had they
Ever seen like Gundar Nills,
the Viking King,
He was at their very door.
The women and children,
Must be protected.
The last of their men
Must endure....
So it was that Kathryn
Was to be hidden,
Our virgin....
To a place inside
The mystic woods.
In hopes that our Pagan
Gods would protect her.
Horns blew and
Out of the mist....
Like ghosts they
Appeared and stole her...
They now had lost the
Their precious White Witch...
Kathryn...could not now
Protect them.
In a meadow
Our Kathryn prayed.
How can we survive.....
She asked....
And was given a vision....
The Prince,
The third son,
Came upon her in a meadow....
His lance slung low
And so tired.
My love, my sweet,
I can't defend you
In a mortal way.
Take this Amulet...
I give you...
The ancients say it
Will protect you.
Wear it proudly,
I beseech you....
Our god's need you
As I do.....
She heard him say,
As the Welshland Prince
rode away as if
In a dream....
Copyright © Randall Smith | Year Posted 2010
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