Leagues away the heart still yearns,
and every night to the moon, eyes turn.
To remember a pact from long
ago,
Though separated, the heart still grows.
So far away and yet still near.
His
heart grows fonder every year.
Until a dream comes at last,
To tell him that the wait has passed.
And though their love may flourish and
grow
Dark days were drawn long ago.
For no love could pierce
the maiden fair,
A beast awaits him in her lair.
Though she knows not what fate has
drawn,
To the beasts lair she has willingly trodden.
To claim
her own from long ago,
She knows not that this means to be
alone.