Inspired by the same story written in another form, what lies can do |
The desert sun had not been kind, But to his goal he'd strive. No heat would stop determined hands, No sleep till he'd arrive. Refrain Come one, come all to hear the tale, It shall not take me long. With ale to wet my throat I sing, Don't let me tell it wrong. A mountain trail within his trek Risked life and limb and soul. Climbed to the top and down again. He had to make it whole. A raging river he did forge To make his test complete. And now to meet the goal he sought A maiden he would meet. In her was held his only love, From feet to lovely eyes. But whilst he walked upon the land A hatred did arise. His maiden heard a lie of death. The vial within her gown Was poison kept away from all. She prayed and drank it down. And now her love arrives to see The maid before his eye. And in her death a wish he makes That now he too could die. Alone, he bears her to her grave. With one last anguished sigh, An anger drains and love appears. He bids his last good-bye. The tears that once like rapids flowed Now trickle down his face. The flower brings a memory, One of her quiet grace. Now anger, sorrow vie control. O never will he see Another love within his life, Not like the one in she. Peter Henry October 3, 1995 |