Within the depths of a vast vale, I watch
A burning flame dance with sleepless, tired eyes.
Sweat pours down from my brow, the ground to splotch;
Your song is hushed and faint, I fear it dies.
Upon this still and starless night, I thirst
For the rain of your voice upon my ear.
My broken heart is parched, alone and cursed
Because your love-filled tones I cannot hear.
I loathe these muffled, looming, haunted hills;
They hide me from your sweet, uplifting song.
I covet a breeze, even one that chills
Would be enough; my lips to you belong.
Dear maiden you are my refreshing air;
I'll see your face again, to this I swear.
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Sonnets of a Wandering Knight
PoezieA banished knight writes sonnets addressed to a maiden with raven hair. It is unknown whether these sonnets have ever reached their intended recipient. Attempts to destroy these romantic poems have been unsuccessful as they are protected by a myster...
