I danced with the maiden
at the Queen's celebration hall
until late into the night,
listening to the melodies
of the mirthful music played
by the King's drunken fiddlers.

I was mystified by
her long black hair
shaking in the air,
and the sound of her feet
drumming the marble floor.

My heart pounded wildly
watching her hurry
away in such haste
to her lonely country castle
before the early morning light.

- Chris Lindsay

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