He came to her on a starry night
Her the lady, he the knight
And knelt before her on the ground
Her hands within his own he bound
And gazed into her starlit eyes
Illuminated by the lunar rise
And smiling, produced to her a ring
A trinket to most, a trifled thing
And said to her those words she dreamed
And faltered not, although it seemed
He would.
And she, exuberant, looking down
Could not recall when last she'd frowned
Though tears flowed freely down her face
And settled on her moonlit lace
Her face bespoke rapturous elation
Outshining God's surrounding creations
And opening her delicate mouth
One whispered word made to slip out
And soared across the enchanted night
And on his ears it made to alight
With growing cheer upon its advent
His heart soared forth whenst it gained the content
And all doubts dashed he embraced her dearly
For though it seemed unlikely,
She would.
And spinning upon that ghostly hill
That gorgeous spine of earth instilled
It seemed, with all the wonder of the world
This dear young couple their hearts unfurled
And then, exuberance smiting his face
He stepped away to leave her place
She glanced and questioned lovingly
Where go thou now, my dearest sweet?
And to the world his voice he hurled
"I think, my dear, I shall conquer the world."
- Kevin Bratcher -
