Lovers eloping |
Late one night or late where I watched, Staring down from my usual spot-- Amidst the cosmos, among the stars-- My presence they presently forgot. I saw a most peculiar thing-- In the grandest castle on the highest hill. Out the window came her things-- Right over the windowsill. The lunacy of this action had taken me by surprise, But using my own, for I do have two-- I followed her sapphire eyes. For at the base of the grandest castle-- Yet the peak of the highest hill-- There stood a young and handsome rascal, Who went by the name of Will. So down from the tallest tower-- Of the grandest castle on the highest hill-- Fell forth a string of bedsheets, And a sack that was caught by Will My curiosity sparked-- I watched in anticipation. She came out through the window-- Heightening my elation. What next? I wondered silently-- As I’m sure she was wondering too. She had always had a fear of heights-- As most highborn ladies do. But she made it to the ground just fine, And anxious-- Will was very. The couple embraced beneath my shine-- Poor Will and Mistress Mary. Time was of the essence-- As the sweethearts surely knew. So they picked up their belongings-- And into darkness flew. Away from the grandest castle-- Atop the highest hill-- The tallest tower where she wept-- Until she met her Will. So away the lovers fled, But sometime in their flight-- The household was alerted-- And ran out into night. Chasing down the two-- With much determination, Their torches touched the bedsheets, And out broke a conflagration. All plans for their elopement-- Were momentarily put on hold-- For the burning of her birthplace-- Made Mistress Mary’s heart feel cold. And so the grandest castle-- Atop the highest hill-- Was burning from the top, Coming out the windowsill. |