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This knight now the ladies lips do meet

In darkened room of hall the dance

By windows break moonlight blesses the embrace

Of biting lips and deep probing wills fate they will cheat

And in a moment of tears, from her eye to his the bracelet given now to trance.



The quest to be one this night laid bare

His hunger for her in silence dance closer still

Lady fears ill in her heart will grow

But still they meet and hands to flesh the touch to share

To her now he gives freely and bends to her will.



Stated to knight of fear the woman immoral to be

On finger to lips is given this not of you I ask

Her tears again do flow for release not of regret

And too clear the stand, between them now to see

And clear the air pain of stress and in need so alike they bask.



Come to this now the bed hold of lord to lady soon to stray

And questions the bones of ancient lore bung low

Silent probes the mind of her that longs deep inside for one to speak

Thus is told from out the body of knight the voice of broken home the coming day

Her need the soul inside to speak her lords ears closed and deaf do grow.



Spoken now of lose the home her matron mother fled

Of need to be and not alone the mind in caged the lords hands lock

Deeper still the will to speak to souls that hear and see the kiss

Broken to tears the lady sways and hands bound to fear to clear her head

In parlor held to easy the sway the genital head on shoulder now to rock.



Yet still now the lord is blind and sleeps in vain the lady to hold

Under Odin's eye the hold of knight the lady under roof her lord still dreams

And one last kiss er' break of dawns last crowing

Come again to arms they lay in following days to secret ears told

That again they may talk and share the laughter of internal flowing streams.



Thus in passing days till time should come round whole

Empty this place in his heart were lady places hand and tears

The wait of her whose voice he craves to call him close

She hurts and hungers for the hands that ease the pain of body and soul

For eyes that hear the need and understand and ease the pain her fears.



Now in that place spoken in whispered words silver glowing air

Come close the need stronger still the bare of mortal needs grow

To this one man who in which silken touch the iron hand

Melts from body and mind pulled the fear from her hair

Thus bringing passions full to ground enwrapped now bodies slow.