The Chase

No amount of writing would be quite complete without some mushy love stuff.  Here is The Chase.  I suppose it could be lyrics to a song - if it had music put to it.  But that is not my forte, nor my gift.  I write.

It was early in the morning’s rays upon that hallowed place

I was taken unaware and alerted to the chase

In vain I sought to hold it near, my quarry wild and free

But from the chapel tower fell a song meant just for me

Play on; ring out, unto the fen

I cry for your embrace

Deny me not my diadem

Continuing the chase

Now torn between my quarry and, that most holy sound

I found my spirit torn in two, my soul turned upside down

Resume the chase or catch the knell, I wrestled with the thought

That I might dock my ship that night, my hunting all for naught

Play on; ring out, unto the fen

I cry for your embrace

Deny me not my diadem

Continuing the chase

Digging deep within my heart, I pulled with all my might

Dammed be I when eve was nigh, alone I’d be tonight

So I forgave the tone that came from high upon the hill

To lose the passion of the lass, myself I’d rather kill

Play on; ring out, unto the fen

I cry for your embrace

Deny me not my diadem

Continuing the chase

A fortnight came and went before we sank into the sand

My body rent o’er hill and vale we knelt both hand in hand

The friar came to speak to us, and preach of that above

The quarry kept, the bell in check, now only rings of love

Play on; ring out, unto the fen

I cry for your embrace

Deny me not my diadem

Continuing the chase

Play on; ring out, unto the fen

I’ve finally found my place

Upon my heart forever more

Is etched my lover’s face