"It's not for you."

Shod ill and poorly clad
Vapourings her delight
Nestor gave dance----
----only to fall away,

And I came and looked
That day into your eyes
Seas beyond crystal waters
Deep ---so very deep.
She shouted----they all came
Yet, shuttered I
Only three times since
For I stood
Firmly ground---not to shift asunder.

My friend----he told me---
Your time has come----
Never to morn again?
Someday –my Hope---someday.

Yet shod ill only scantly clad
Loud rumblings were heard in the distance
Of horses left---
Of children’s fright
Roses bloomed in the snow
--blood washed to ground was their water.

Never to run
Never to play
Rose left untouched and broken
Never to grow anew

Mercy kept time that Day
As we waited on bended knee.
As we waited on bended knee.
Goodnight my love
-----taken away-----
Goodnight my love-----Goodnight.