The Girl That Was Forgotten

Virgin skin and smiling eyes lightly steps in black disguise. The shadowed depths to travel in ‘neath lofted moon’s pale unveiling. Spirited way on her lover’s calls, sneaks through silent mirrored halls, through the arch of guiltless pleasure, down unknown flights of enthused lore. Startled by the prickly shifting breeze that stirs the ground that shadows seize. Upon the hill steely gate unfairly wrought! ‘Tis the place where her lover sought, and bid her in the high of the night, through misshaped gate, past blinking light, past chiseled warriors and over cobbled bridge to their first meeting place the old garden ridge. In shivering skin she stubbornly waits pondering naught why her lover is late. Her innocent heart not broken nor bent doth not see what impatience may invent. A tidy minute leads to a weary score, a guard’s hour, and then many more. Now heavy lidded her frowning eyes play witness to the changing of the skies. The darkness fades to the colour of rum as she wishes well for whatever did become of her lover, his kisses and knightly accord to flatter her with the poetry she adored. Her innocent heart somnolent and beset lays its new pillow in the night of regret. The dawning now bells jilted and wronged for the girl was forgotten by the love that she longed.