Lendalee

A ballad from a story I began, but never truly finished.

In a land behind a mountain
That lay beside the sea
Lived a maid that's now forgotten
Called Lendalee

Her face was the fairest
Her hair was of pure gold
Her eyes were like the forest
--Or so the bards have told

On a warmy and balmy eve
After winters' wars
The king was walking on the shores
And saw Lendalee

She sang of peace a kindness
She danced in the waves
With the moon upon her white dress
--It was all that she gave

The king was wed that very night
There beside the sea
Underneath the stars alight
To fair Lendalee

Their love was unwavering
Without jealousy or fear
Without anger of hatred
Without pain or tears

She bore him a princess
With hair like Ravens' wings
And the only name that would suit his child
Was Lendalee