The Ravine
by Marissa Rianne
Though many say how love is grand
and sweeps blind passion through the land
Me thinks the sight is dismal and
good fortune comes not to.
Hidden in the clovers green
a raving lover, wild and keen
throws herself at the ravine
all for the sake of love.
She left a letter on the dock
of her true fate at one-o-clock
and as you read this she now walk
in the hand of her knight true.
Her heart lay broke for one whole year
she silent wept a mourning tear
Her sweet love's voice had whispered clear
Just one jump and I'll be there
'Oh sweet love, thou art true.'
She gathered up her silken dress
up to the tower, she progressed
her final vow was her confess
as she flew back down to Earth.
Only the weeds will tell her tale
her dreaming came to no avail
she sits alone, behind the veil
still waiting for her knight true.