part two

n the following day, her heart was bright lit and gay,
For love she had found, though in a man strangely fey.
The sky was all grey, and she went to the stables, and hid in the hay.
Some time later, with a batter and clatter, swords carried without matter,
Knights brought in their horses, cleaning off lather.
Without warning strong limbs did gather, the Lady was no faint hearted screamer,
But no screech did she make, when she found it to be her lover.
Decked in white leather, his touch light as a feather, he spoke only to gather,
Her intent on this day.
"I go where I may, and choose where I stay!..but stay here I may?"
Her heart racing faster, mind no longer her master,
Chandra looked at the one who had caster, into trembling affray.
When he smiled it seemed that the dawn had once more broken, with a sunray.
Soft words carefully spoken, he showed her love token, a dragon a soaking,
In far distant ocean, as if in a potion, of shimmering silver lotion!
What a wonderful notion! Yet word of caution, was there in his eye.
"Today I fear I must hie, for to slay the orc's King's not shy,
And agree with him my thoughts lie. So come closer my darling most shy!"

And then he kissed her on both on both of hereyes, and on the lips that tasted of sky.
"Fear naught! For you I will not lie with, in this cheap sty!
Even though the 'morrow yet may I die, I'll never dishonour,
My loved one so basely, so one kiss goodbye!"
And with passion they tried, until the world hid and shied.
Then with parting she broke down and cried, and his orbs were not dry,
When Chandra to console did try.
And so then they parted, like two halves split by thunderbolt started,
He bellowed at soldiers, who then moved smarter and bolder,
Out of his way, face frozen like boulders, lest his wrath touch their shoulders.
With tears unabashed, she ran and she crashed, and into home bashed.
Her misery for this odd seeimng stanger, tore her soul with great lshes.
Why should such parting be ashes? When with some thinking,
It should dissolve like whitening, but her feelings were beyond crossing,
And to bed she went seemingly in sack clothing, no rest from that terrible lossing.
While setting on his dark charger, and the war drew much larger,
He suddenly did stagger, as though thrust with a dagger.
When asked by his Highness, he laughed, said it was bad lager,
But he wondered which would be greater the pain,
To die in battle vain, or never to see sweet Chandra again.
And off the host rode, on honoured knightly code,
They followed the road, that Death sure bestrode......

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