La Belle Dame sans Merci (Sir Frank Dicksee, 1903)
I called on a king and horse for a ride
to whisk me away past every last cloud
in turn he asked when taking my hand if I’d be his new bride
and rule with him in a far off land where the whole of truth reigns
unbowed
he mends and shelters my broken heart
until the disease of emptiness within it departs
til my spirit spills over from the fullness of loves power
the beast that is famine now satisfied
his pure heart prevails, into the kind suns warmth we set sail
to a peaceful realm, in the kingdom of blue and gold towers
a beautiful life we live in promised absolute happiness
entwined forever until the hour that steals our very last breath
lifentruthz.wordpress.com 