LADY OF SORROW

Dark was the road ahead, rocky and narrow,
Up in the distance, the fair maiden fled.
And where she did lead him, the brave lad he followed.
And as he he drew near her, haunted he said...

Turn your eyes to me, Lady of Sorrow
Think not on sadness,
Your tears let me dry.
Though the night be long, wait for the morrow
And with the dawn
The light shines in your eyes.

Slowly she turned and beckoned him nearer,
She bade him sit down on a rock by a stream,
"I'm lost to your world," she said,"Go back come no further,
Your life you endanger, I'm only a dream."

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Though she did warn him, the lad did not heed her,
Slowly he reached for her fragile white frame,
Before he could touch her, the fair maid, she vanished
And he fell to his death in the swift running stream.

(chorus)

Never through forests, a phantom go chasing,
Your fate you will seal in the gathering gloom.
They call her the Lady of Sorrow with reason
For many a young lad she has led to his doom.

(chorus)

Turn your eyes to me, Lady of Sorrow
Think not on sadness,
Your tears let me dry
Spectre of woe, you will ne'er see the morrow
Never again the light shine in your eyes.

(copied by permission by Lord Liam Devlin. Song is circa A.S. XXXII, and was a finalist entry in Barony Weisenfeuer's annual Baronial Bardic Competition).

On the Author: Isabella O'Ruark is one of five sisters,(Irish every one O'em), and a full member of the House of Wolfstar, and recently won the Annual bardic competition at barony of Eldern Hills (Lawton, OK).