The maiden lays him in a soft bed made of moss.
While the sun rays penetrate the forest trees
and caress his face. Reaching in past the cold battered
armor with tender strokes she sponges his wounds
with the morning dew. His wounds are deep and fuse.
Tenderly the maiden places her soft warm hand on his
chest feeling his faint heart beat. Gently taking his hand
and placing it on her heart with hopes that he might
feel her warmth and love. Leaning over him she places
a soft loving kiss on his forehead waiting upon the knight
to awaken so he might tarry on.

The knight finds companionship in the fair maiden
and seeks her out to venture with him to a near by village
to take in songs and poems of Irish bands.
The maiden accepts the invitation and they make their
way to the near by village. The music is enchanting.
The evening is beautiful and quiet. The maidens touch
is comforting to the knight after his recent battles
and is grateful for her company.

On the way back to her village they stop to take
in the magic of the starry sky, sharing stories
and thoughts till wee hours of the night.
The knight is weak and the hour of the night
finds him struggling to keep awake,
they realize they must continue on if they are
to reach their homes before sunrise.
He makes his way to the maidens castle and
thanks her for her kindness
and make plans for another rendezvous
for another bards performance
and a kiss good night. The knight struggles to
make his way home but in the end reaches his
castle in safety.

The knight grows strong and goes forth
into more battles forgetting the fair maiden.
In the dark forest she awaits for her knight
on his white horse to come and carry her off into the sunset.

As the maiden awaits patiently, there is much magic that happens
around her. Though she knows it not yet,
it is her destiny is to meet not a knight,
but a prince, or perhaps a king.
The forest rests in the snow of winter
and awakes again in the thaw of the spring.
There are many seasons which come and go.
The magic of the forest grows in her waiting.
The maidens tender words touch many hearts,
and there are many who come to the forest
to hear her soft voice, to see her kind smile,
and to hear her recite her magical poems.