The Lady of Haddon Hall
She sits alone within the hall
Close to the fire keeping her warm
Silken dress worn threadbare
Watching fire sprites dance and flare.
Dreaming of someone in her heart
Lonlieness pierces like a dart
Within candle light glow
Her tears not to show.
From her bedchamber she creeps
Hoping not to fall on worn steps
There at her door he stood
A knight come calling carrying mead.
He came from lands wet and bleak
Where North Wind looks to seek
Cracks and gaps in castle wall
Come to find her at Haddon Hall.
Her fame was spread throughout the land
And he saddled his horse and stravaiged far
Till at last on this dark,cold night
He found his way to Haddon Hall.
They talked and chatted long into the night
Till dawn came through clear and bright
Her head it jerked and she awoke
Sitting by the fire in Haddon Hall.
© andrew provan mcintyre 21/5/2015.
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