Légendes Arthuriennes et autres

A Lady In Waiting's Lament
Bragnae's Song

She comes to me, at so late an hour,
confirming with her face, aglow not
from candlelight, what I have feared:
she has found happiness and a love
true, unwavering, stubborn in its
survival, secret in its execution.
I have not the heart to quell her joy
with worry, but foreboding looms
near.  Her heart is her own, but her
fate is not.  She is duty bound and
will find, in time, that my lament will
be hers, another song of Irish sorrow

by Starry Rose