They lived and loved for years,
The young maiden and her squire,
They loved through trials and tears,
They were never stuck in the mire.
They loved in secret and in shame,
They were not permitted to marry,
She was deemed to good for him,
All he seemed to do was tarry.
They met in secret on the battlements,
No matter what the season,
Stealing moments when they could,
Their love and thoughts had no reason.
But this night she had some bad news to share with her love,
The thunder roared, the lightning struck,
The wind shrieked up above,
Their love was out of luck.
She was to leave the next day,
To the far off castle of Iverness,
To marry her unknown betrothed,
A fate of lonliness.
She seemed so very different this night,
As she was lashed with wind and rain,
Her love knew right away and with fright,
She had poisoned herself in vain.
He held her tightly as her life slipped away,
He said without her he couldn't go on,
She fought him weakly only wanting to say,
That he could and would go on.
He lifted her oh so gently and held her close to his heart,
He kissed her pale lips and started walking towards the edge of the tower,
She knew then what he intended to do,
And didn't even cower.
He stood with her on the edge of the battle ment,
And kissed her one last time,
A kiss that never broke,
As he stepped off the edge, their love be heaven sent.
And now they have passed over,
Abounding with happy ever after
Their love was never understood,
But was it all in vain?
Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
[This message has been edited by Isis (edited 09-09-99).]