Maiden Fair

Late into night the shout rang out

And echoed off the trees

With deep timbre and pleading tone

The shout soon found the sea

With rolling waves and mighty gust

The shout was carried far

And passed a simple fishing boat

Long guided by the stars

The shout seemed lost amid the vast

Ocean’s unceasing roar

Until a bright beacon of light

Did call it to the shore

The shout renewed its strength to fly

Past light and snoring man

Who shuddered in his sleep as if

He’d heard to where it ran

Scuttling over rock and lee

A castle it soon found

With princess pining for her knight

And crying without sound

Yet all tears dried when she did hear

The faint voice of her knight

Fair head held high and face now dry

New hope to bring her light