Black Hearts and Withered Roses

 
From a time of interest I married thee and took thy hand in matrimony

Poser!

My squires were great and vast and proud, your ladies noble, sweet and loud

Loser!

From the castle, I took thee and we rode into the wood, into the grove where many have stood before

Thinker!

Still at this time, it was just us and we danced and pranced as only we could together

Drinker!

As we danced and drunk ourselves into pleasure another figure joined and stepped his steep gait in from the heather

Raining!

We laughed and beckoned him to join us, but when he approached we stood still in fear

Windy!

Under his green garb was the face of death, it cackled and smiled towards us

Gulp, gulp!

My lady would have fell to her knees, but I came to her aid and kept the figure at bay

‘Pray tell, what is it you wish of me? For I am great and so is my steed.’ I shouted defiantly

The figure began to cloud in smoke before it answered

‘I wish only to tell you of trouble ahead King James of Loomchester.’

And it thundered hard, clouds burst ferociously

Unmerciful deluge unleashed!

The rain washed away all but our bones and thoughts in the dreadful storm of that pitiful day

Bones in a grove, no one ever saw us together again, the love had failed and death had won here

Still King James would one day ride again…