Story: Forbidden love, between a knight and a princess, escaping their illiberal kingdom.
Comment: The first poetry I have ever written.
Her golden hair, untied on the stead, to his back she held all,
Her pain, pleasure, fear and fortune.
He's pleased soothly, askin' the pale moon if her hand was true, is it near?
The freedom she seeks, and his hero hopes he wants to prove.
To her, to him, his plume perfumed.
Both, she and her knight, rode to the ebony wood.
Spewing all behind, agony, and the lethal-hood.