Finding yearning lovers’ tender embrace,

The guard emerges from woods, urgent to say,

“Escape now, run! Begone without a trace!”

Lovers now torn apart,

flee while they may,

The years separated the heart from heart,

For he was wanted — thief of king’s treasure,

His knights were sent, their swords in hands to start,

To find the man and kill for good measure,

During his time away from love’s presence,

He trained and trained, in swords and shields, to slay,

Returning flushed, wrath with sweet vengeance,

To kill the king and whisk his love away,

He arrived to find the royal head gone,

The queen, her hands of blood, a smile for dawn.