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|A ballad inspired by an ancient chinese poem, but this entirely different and is its own work. This ballad is about a girl who is forced to marry a stranger, but she comes to love him just as he is ripped from her, perhaps forever, by a war.||
You, My Lord
At thirteen, I left my cold northern home
and traveled south to marry you, My Lord
I crossed wild rivers I had never seen, and
plains of starving villagers, watching them watch me
with their big eyes and gaunt cheeks, they vanished at
the barren moors that later haunted my nightmares
I stood beside you in a crowded church
filled with faces that before our union had
seen the weddings of many others
And I hoped one had been for love
At fourteen, I began to raise my eyes
from the floor in order to see you, My Lord
Laughs came much easier to my lips, your conversation
was welcome, and I found myself anticipating your arrival
home from your long hunting trips
Wishing to see your cheeks kissed red from the winds
I stood on the stone walks between the towers
of your mighty castle, older than we knew
And watched for your entourage coming over the barren
moors, straining my eyes to see your victory banners
At fifteen, I began to dread the departure for the
war in a far-off land that would come to you, My Lord
Helpless to aid you, I saw your brave struggle
with the impossible decision, to stay or leave behind the home
you had always known and when you left
the home we both knew it would probably be forever
I stood behind a battlement, beside the ladies of the court
All weeping and waving kerchiefs, tossing flowers
to their mighty knights, their bodies and faces
dressed for battle and my eyes alone were dry.
At sixteen, I sat a year by your cold hearth
alone with my thoughts and prayers for you, My Lord.
Every day would see me on the walkway casting my
eyes over the barren moor, which had stolen you away
and which I hoped would still bring you back to me,
although I knew many of our brave knights had fallen
I stood alone at the head of your court, as they listened
to the tales of our knights, who had fought and fallen
on unknown soil, their bodies to rot alone and their spirits to roam
over the earth for eternity, and I wondered where you were.
At seventeen, I alone did not despair for your return,
and I kept a fire burning in the yard every night for you, My Lord
To serve as a beacon across the barren moors, a light to guide
you home to me, and to your child, whom you had never seen
Your son, who every day asked for you and who I knew
would grow to be a warrior as bold and true as his father
I stood outside the gates of the castle, straining
my eyes to see through the blizzard that had lasted for
twelve days, waiting and aching to see you, but there was
only the return of your horse, with his empty saddle
At eighteen, I took up a sword to defend your home
against intruders who sought to take it from you, My Lord
The battle raged for days, and many lives of your knights who
had returned from the far-off war were claimed, but it was
not long before the walls of the castle ran with the blood of
our enemies and I had kept your home safe for you
I stood by the fire in the courtyard in the night, feeding
the flames to keep them alive for you as I did every night,
although the servants believe me mad, I heard the tales of the
rogue knight, fighting his way home across the barren moors.
At nineteen I awoke in the night to see your shadow over my
bed and for a moment, I could not believe it was you, My Lord.
Even when I had leapt from the bed, a mere specter in my white
nightgown, and your arms had closed around me, I could scarce
believe that you had returned to me from the far-off war, and come
home across the barren moors that had sought to make you their own.
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