aphrodites plea

When wishes become faded ashes
tired marks upon jaded slashes
in places such as scrambled foe
met in such tired woe

when the word stricken lover
fades unnoticed from under cover
and warmth once unbidden
springs forth from someplace hidden

and calamity shall strike one down
and to the victor shall go the crown
tied with wire, horn and thistle
made to scrape made to bristle

and upon such a head as it shall be
a nation ruled no longer free
and in the mad kings ante chamber
a woman cries her soul in terror

And maidens cry will split the night
But none may answer to her plight
And such strong arms as they might be
Still none will answer stricken plea

Not knight, nor lad, nor servants lord
Though her voice might strike a chord
And the moon shall rise, and the stars will glow
An what went on still no one knows.

Upon the morn when moon had set
A servant then snuck and crept
But no maiden languished upon the bed
And no crown rested upon the head

Of the king who plundered robbed and raped
Looking back in terror, his mouth agape
She had stabbed him through his wicked heart
For attempting to steal what was to dear to part

And in his eyes which held such gleam
There now lay a silent scream
His last sight that of a woman enraged
saving the life of her engaged

As the lovers stole across the lawn
Slipping past the fateful dawn
In the palace there was raised a voice
As all there began to rejoice

And as it stole across the land
It seemed fate had put in a hand
And of our lovers no one knows
But still bards sing their name in prose

But when such nights as that may pass
Remember you that lad and lass
And again such men of valor rise
To give their foes a swift reprise