What is this sound I hear?
From afar or near
A madame dear in despair?
I know not
A madame none the less
Do I stay the path?
My path ever to the North
Or should I dare?
This yonder forth
I draw closer
My heart dance for danger
I see a light
The darkness hides behind me
It is a madame
A maiden fair and plum
And yet saddened was her form
High up in Castle Moor
Do I face this task, one I cannot state?
How do you trouble a nation so, one whose prison you do not know?
Do I dare the fates?
And hope that their favour shine upon this night
Or forever lay each bed
With a thought of what became of the lady
Pure and lovely a sight.
IYADI CYRIL
