Alone, sat the king,
upon his mountain throne,
up, atop a lofty height,
where the raven soared,
and his glance rode out,
on all the wide lands below,
upon whom his domain lay,
and to lands far beyond,
where dwelt his father’s kin,
he reached out in thought,
to seek a companion,
to sit beside his throne;
Far off, in sheltered lands,
dwelt a maiden fair,
who lived beside the seasome tides,
in the lands, of her father’s kin,
her beauty that of spring,
yet she, in loneliness,
let her thought to wing,
on across the distant plain,
and beyond the mountain shale,
to where the king sat,
upon his mountain throne;
In thought met, and kindled flame,
but neither had seen the other,
except in their mind’s vision,
and yet a call came to each,
that called one to the other.
What came, of this tale,
I know not yet, to tell,
but time swayed and fate conspired,
to bring each to the other,
that each deemed the other’s half,
to be whole together.