Beyond Sacred Vow

continuing saga of Layde and the Knight...

As tolling bells did in  distance ring
no visit from Templar’s ghost did bring
heaving sadness upon mine breast is now
guile in absence this soul mine doth vow

Down on knees in genuflection I bend
lowered face a prayer whetted to Thee I send
if angels there be upon wings steady fly quick
for die would I rather than a love wrong  pick

“Hear this, deity mine, thy absence speaks clear
upon marriage bed may I lay, a love not his pierce
if a word from mine lips doth escape to ears Thine
send a love true to whom belongs this heart mine

deliver oh Lord me from this hellish entwine
and into the wind these words mine love find
care not I that forever cold be his touch upon me
much more would I rather mine heart to be free”

Stand here do I in silks finest degree
marriage vows taken meant not they for me
my Templar thy chaste vow for me now deny
for passion held in thy soul to this love mine reply

Behold candle’s flame does flicker and wary
wind reflect ice craved chill love thine  carry
as to the floor finest silk cover mine falls
upon this bed fall ghost passion mine to thee calls

For this moment craved have I thee from birth until now
this body mine give I to thee beyond sacred vow
lay here I nude for mine soul possess thee
Mine Templar mine Knight possess thou now me

As love’s embrace to an end quickly comes
know by mine voice as to window I run
Never once not let me ever be free
Eternity share shall I always with thee

as from window I jump setting this mine soul free.

Author's Note

In response to Ken's Templar. This photo is another of Ken's many FANTASTIC photographs.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

That works extremly well. Flows beautifully and develops the story towards its ultimate conclusion. I love phrases like whetted to thee, that is so olde english and appropriate. I am honoured by this reply.