Across the moorland ye rode far from me,
for a journey of war upon the distant sea.
I kept watch from a castle way upon high,
with each lonely breath a longing sigh.
Parchment delivered to my quivering hand,
love and devotion ye declared your stand.
Whispered words of love caressed my ear
and sang it was only I who ye held dear.
News of the arrival swept though town,
I ran to greet thee in my finest gown.
Without a warning my eyes betrayed
and in that moment heart was slayed.