Poem 5
The Smart Witch
 
 
 

She came through the mists
A beauteous Princess
A pale countenance
Long black tresses
Red lips, dark eyes…
Wherefrom cometh thou?
“From my wanderings
After my Liege. Anyhow...”
Wait! Thou art fair
No nobleman would ever
Deny thee his care!
She burst into laughter.
“So thou hast, poor damsel
Been a prey to the archer!”
How dost thou knowest?
“I know his preys by their eyes...”
Hast thou also, my sister?
What would be thy advice?
“I surely do not know
See, I´m smarter than thou
I would not descent so low!”
I hid my face in shame
On my white and blue dress.
“Well… My lord calls me aflame
Farewell, my poor lady!”
And what, haughty Princess
May be his name?
And she confessed
With a lover´s deep sight.
“His name? Oh his name…
He´s the Endless Knight…”