Tall and glorious in all her beauty,
She will fall,
She points her blood smathered sword into the midnight air,
The moonlight slipping through her silky hair,
Victory amongst her face,
She will fall,
She turned her horse to face her lover,
But his eyes ounce kind,
Turned vile,
His mouth set with disgust,
He raised his sword and swung it towards her,
She had fell