Atop those cliffs caught in the inspissated mist,
To each protector goddess she prayed her prince was not adrift;
Lost, in far lands, torn from the shores of home,
To Ragrock’s lair he journeyed and had many leagues to roam
Before her beloved reached his destination
And would have to capture the prize before he could return.
The castle, stark and proud under the Samhain moon,
And from that small turret casement the only light in the gloom,
Her candle; lit nightly, her love a beacon guide,
For without that trophy she would ne’er be his bride,
For the King had set his bounty, the dowry upon her head,
Though her prince held her love freely.
Those days, lost in summer, in their secret cove,
Just whispers of memories where Gulls now dove
Out to sea, caught on the stiff wind.
Her love, her heart, she could ne’er rescind
For to love him entirely, then lose him now
Would be a living death.
Her fingers to her lips, a precious memory,
Without his enraptured embrace a vicious penury,
She moaned in her grief of his treasure quest,
For he had taken that oath at her Father’s behest,
And she had cried out to all in mourning,
For the King had torn them apart.
In those dog days of summer they had made their love; free,
‘Til they had been discovered and the King set his decree,
For the princess no longer of virginal chattel
Was to be traded and bartered, a price fit to fund battle,
She could no longer be used as a peace cow
But the King had other treasure he sought.
Her lover had taken the challenge as befitting a Knight,
Made bereft their farewell in the last of late summer twilight,
He’d kissed her ’til she drowned in her grief, fore’er lost,
The King’s ultimate desire to recount the cost
Of her stolen virginity, she had given freely
To the man who had captured her heart.
And so, at the end of each day as night drew near,
Atop the promontory bluff she’d stand; lost, her cheer,
‘Til the moon full rose in its splendour,
Her love, her grief, knew no succour
And she would ascend to her chamber
To light that beacon and guide him e’er homewards.
Her first winter alone, harsh and unforgiving,
She had clung to the memory of his caress as the king
Had flouted his riches on wanton ladies,
Harpies and Banshees borne sickly of Hades,
Until she broke under his torment
And sought solace in solitude.
Spring had awakened in her a meagre feeling of life,
Wiled away the hours she dreamed of being his wife,
But as the summer faded and took with it the memory of his touch,
Into autumn, then winter, almost gone now her crutch
As she stroked her own skin
To evoke his loving caress.
And so this night, now two full summers past,
That cruel autumn storm tore inshore with a blast
As the light in her window guttered and died,
Her piteous smile did nought to belie
Her desolate mourning as
She reconciled her love was lost to her.
A dark hooded figure cloaked ‘gainst the night
Strode with purpose ‘cross her line of sight,
Obscured in darkness and shadow his face,
O’erwhelmed in fear which clenched; her heart raced,
She turned to flee as
The storm tossed gale whipped at her hair.
Her assailant drew nearer and she was lost in the storm,
Bitten by cold, and now entirely disarmed
She stumbled; small feet caught in her sodden gown,
A pathetic cry escaped as she fell, and before she hit the ground
She was caught in the embrace
Of that figure she believed would harm her.
‘Stead she was pulled to her feet and shrouded to that broad chest,
Wrapped in a tattered cloak and ushered away from the crest
Of the battered promontory and t’wards the castle; dark,
And under that hallowed moon his kiss found its mark,
And swallowed in a torrent of joy
She recognised him for who he truly was.
Her lover, returned, though filthy and ragged,
And she reached up to his face, bearded and haggard,
She lost all sight blinded by her own tears,
Now dissolved her grief of the last two years
As he sheltered her from the driving rain
And ushered her t’wards the warmth indoors.
His hand held in hers neither uttered a sound,
A wealth of love swelled in her breast; unfettered, unbound,
Silently they crept and hid from all they did pass,
Slunk into doorways from those who crossed their path,
For he had arrived a full day ahead
Of his retinue just so she could have him to herself.
Tentatively she led him up those winding stone stairs,
And as she rose higher each worry and care;
Shed, as she climbed until outside her door
Their bodies entwined ‘gainst the frame, filled with passion and fervour,
She threw her arms around his neck
And sobbed with over-spilled relief.
With shaking hands she undid each pin,
Each lace, each buckle and leather fastening,
As with love and tender ardour he did remove her gown,
And gently, lowered her once naked onto the bed of down,
Enveloped in his arms, now whole,
For he was safe at last.
Sensuously he ran his hand up her inner thigh,
In ecstatic delight escaped her wanton cry,
Her back then arched as he kissed her there,
With fierce yearning, her hands entwined in his hair,
And as he slid his fingers deep into her crevice
She cried out to the night; primal.
Those torturous months were now dissolved,
And with each fervid touch she would absolve
To commit to memory, deep in her heart
There for the next time he would have to depart,
But for now she delighted
In each and every kiss and caress.
She drowned within her zealous ardour,
Manipulated by his touch and languidly sprawled,
As with his mouth he brought about her eruption,
Blissfully pure, engulfed in seduction
He looked down into her face
And kissed her again with torrid fire.
And then looking down he entered her with a moan,
They matched thrust for thrust, both contentedly groaned,
Their passion unbounded as each found their release,
Both shuddered and cried, their appetite appeased,
He collapsed beside her
And wrapped her in his loving embrace.
There they would lay and make love through to the dawn,
Each adoring caress where his fingers had drawn
Across her skin still burned as though fierce,
And as she already knew her heart had been pierced
By Cupid’s arrow as she lay
With her Anam Cara.
Tomorrow would bring the trials of her Father’s court,
And with his prize safely captured her marriage would be bought,
But for now she was satiated and content just to lay
In his arms for tonight, for tomorrow was a new day
And she could face anything on this Earth
With him standing by her side.