he was young and he rode along the river raven haired the fairest thing to grace those steady banks in ages come and lost forever and power laid upon him like a thousand secrets she would never know and so she spoke in the lapping of the land golden tongued her whispers fickle jewels along the sand ephemeral and softly spoken but he was wiser than his years and shed his hooves to meet her there among the reeds where earth recedes their touch was like a lover s clear and sweet drenching and unfolding with no need for air or sunlight in the deep in the passions that they bared in pledges won and secrets shared they d stand together in what destiny would bring and crown a king
['celtic', 'celtic rock', 'fantasy', 'geek folk']