Victory II

He thinks of her at every turn
Knowing well shes biding, biding.
To see her face does his heart yearn
He spurs the steed hes riding, riding

His faithful army understands
No weary voice is chiding, chiding
Of loved ones, each his thought commands
Toward home their own mounts guiding, guiding.

He sees the castle in the mist
The trumpet’s music tiding, tiding
High in a casement sunlight kissed
He sees his bride residing

Dismounting in a gathering throng
His troop begins dividing
While raising up a victory song
The castle looms inviting

She preens and straightens her attire
Within her chambers hiding, hiding
His boot heels echo his desire
Toward his lady striding, striding

When into view their teared eyes meet
Their bodies burn exciting
Rapture in a shroud complete
Their souls on sweet wings gliding, gliding.