The Legend Of Brenna Morgan

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The Legend of Brenna Morgan
By
La Belle Rouge

Her mother cried out, "Don't let me die,"
A day and a night had already passed by
Since she was taken with the pain
Of birthing a child as yet unnamed.
Thunder rolled and the winds they blew
On the night before a life was new,
But the sun did shine over the whole Earth
The day of Brenna Morgan's birth.
Her father came in to look at the wee one.
He wanted a son and was sure she would be one.
Discovering he wasn't king of the world;
Fate had sent him a baby girl!
His sadness soon was turned to joy
He completely forgot about wanting a boy.
A child of singular beauty and grace
Gentle of nature and fair of face,
He knew no son could ever take the place
Of bonnie Brenna Morgan.

Her father the king, a wealthy, powerful man
Sent invitations throughout his vast land
Summoning all the rich and great
To come to the palace and share a plate
Of the finest food at his huge, royal feast
Where everyone from important to least
Would lift a chalice in honor of
The object of his deepest love.
They'd eat and drink and dance all night
'Til the rising sun kissed the sky with light,
So all who saw her might
Praise the beauty of fair Brenna Morgan.

Time went on and she grew to be
The most beautiful woman you would ever see,
With skin as fair as the breast of a dove
Full, soft lips with the promise of love,
Long copper tresses that blew in the wind.
Men swore they would truly die for her when
With one glance from her eyes as green as the sea
Their hearts with love would smitten be.
And everyone who had ever seen her
Vowed there had never been eyes greener
Nor hair more radiant shinning in the sun
Than the eyes and hair of the favored one
Known as beautiful Brenna Morgan.

One day as she walked alone in the rain
She heard someone calling out her name,
"Oh turn if you will and walk with me."
She peered through the mists but could not see
"Who are you sir?" She asked in vain
For he refused to give his name.
Covered with a cloak from head to foot
He spoke to her kindly but gave her not one look
At the handsome face she imagined he covered.
And soon she wanted him for her lover
For she knew there would never be another
So dear to Brenna Morgan

"Oh Mother Dear,I love him true
But I don't know his name what can I do?
Each time I think to see his face
My heart begins to pound and race.
No man will ever mean so much
My heart adores him and when we touch
I feel as if I could rise and fly
Over the cliffs into the sky.
If I can't have him I know I shall die,"
Said the heartsick Brenna Morgan.

"Oh Daughter Dear, here's what you do;
Offer to let him marry you.
At the wedding and feast his cloak he can wear
But on your wedding night when alone and bare
Beside the bed an unlit candle you place
When he sleeps you light it and see his face;
And may it be as beautiful to you
As his heart you love that beats so true.
Your mother knows what's best to do
My darling Brenna Morgan."

So they married on a warm Spring day.
Wedding guests came from miles away
To feast and rejoice with the bride and groom.
In the dark that night while alone in their room
They spent themselves in passion sweet
And when her groom was fast asleep
She lit the candle as her mother had said.
She was found the next day alone in her bed.
Her husband was gone and she lay dead.
Upon the floor was found a note
The mysterious,vanished bridegroom wrote,
"No one has ever seen my face.
I'm taking my cloak and leaving this place.
I'm sorry but I have been betrayed.
If you hadn't looked I could have stayed.
I'll never forget you 'til the end of time.
Forever I will think of you as mine,
My beloved Brenna Morgan."

Why did she die on that fateful night?
Because he left her or from the fright
Of the horrible face hidden from view?
Everyone wondered but nobody knew.
The whole kingdom mourned as she was laid to rest
Her father's heart broke within his breast.
Generations told children and their children too
The sad, ancient legend that all of them knew.
And sometimes on the cliffs when the wind is high
You can still hear Brenna Morgan cry,
"Come back my love without a name
Had you no face at all I would love you the same."
But alas 'tis too late for earthly love to bloom
Brenna Morgan was long ago laid in her tomb.
We can only continue to hope that somehow
Through the mists the two walk together now,
Her lover and Brenna Morgan.

Copyright 2001 La Belle Rouge
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