On Southern Winds came maiden fair, a night transformed to day,
with Golden Hair and Hazels eyes, she stole a heart away;
Desire did wax and passion flowed, a maelstrom of lust,
to have and hold the heart of her that Black Knight knew he must;
Her voice a song, her smile a sun, her touch like finest silk,
ah but to hold her ever close and touch skin white as milk;
The body of his Goddess was like all of what he'd dreamed,
her appetites of flesh and blood outmatched all others seen;
Her eyes they burned with strangest glow, a fire from unknown spark,
her brightness shown a contrast to his finery so dark;
A match so heavenly thought he, so gracious of the Fates,
his heart soared high in rapture, this intoxicating state;
A Witch's blood flowed through her veins, a lover's spell did weave,
and unseen chains did fetter him, "Please Lady, never leave";
Burning was his love for her, his daylight was her smile,
and never could he comprehend deception all the while;
A fledgling Squire had the Knight, and always by his side,
he taught the young man Sword and Spell and Honor to abide;
A strong bond thought the Knight, ne'er would my Squire betray,
by touching or desiring my Maiden bright as day;
"My Goddess, she loves only me", the Knight said in his heart,
"and never would she yearn within to break this bond apart";
But fickle was the Maiden's heart, yet unknown to her Lord,
for now she wish to taste the fire of the Squire's sword;
The faithless Squire broke his Troth to taste those perfect lips,
to touch the skin as bright as snow and grasp the willing hips;
The lowly Squire then did conspire to take her for his toy,
but he was but an immature and lowly minded boy;
The Knight learned of this grim betrayal by his Maid and Squire,
when Maiden felt the guilt brought from her actions vile and dire;
Her eyes were teared and reddened and with words she did confess,
of how she'd let him touch her skin and then remove her dress;
The blameless Knight flew into rage, and then drew forth a knife,
To seek the faithless Squire out and carve away his life;
The Maiden pleaded mercy for the foul Oathbreaker's case,
And begged the Knight to leave the Squire alone in his disgrace;
The Maiden's cries and pleadings saved the lowly Squire that day,
But the Knight informed the Squire as to what was thrown away;
"You filthy wretch, I'd kill you now, if not for my Maid's pleadings,
my love for her will save you from dismemberment and bleeding;
but hear this well, you wretched dog, as you have broke the Oath
you'd sworn upon your Hammer as a token of your Troth:
you are an Outlaw now henceforth as true befits your deed,
I spit upon your Ancestors, and all fruits of their seed;
May Ygg and Tyr and Vingthor mete the judgement of thy works,
May Hel drive you to sleet and ice where all betrayers lurk";
The Foul Betrayer fled in fear away to distant lands,
And fears the vengeance that may still flow from the Black Knight's hands;
The Knight himself grew darker still, the grief tore him apart,
The venom did its work upon his once warm noble heart;
The Knight that day he died a bit, cut down down by grim betrayal,
The Maid then parted company, her love for him grown stale;
His yearning for her never died, he thinks about her still,
And of the Outlaw he drove out, the one he yearned to kill;
He thinks about what may have been if given yet more time,
He thinks about his coldness, the fruit of the Maiden's crime;
He thinks about the emptiness grown wide within Himself,
He ponders how this void cannot be filled by war or wealth;
Where is the Goddess that I dream of each and ev'ry night,
whose face doth change but heart is same inspires me to the fight?
Where are you Lady, heed my words and hearken to my call,
Or must I wait to know your touch 'til I stride Odin's Hall?
Fear not my words, fear not my sword, fear not my manner dark,
For I but seek a Maiden with a Fire of Unknown Spark…

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