Canto V

Canto V

The moon shone bright upon the mound of the father of Perlise the fair,
And the starlight gleamed and softly cooled her skin and bright soft hair,
And there in her bower of roses so white, she seemed to be Luna herself,
Or maybe some eternal queen of the night, or a lovely woodland elf.
To the heart of Brandur the Duke, there was none who could rival her eyes,
And they sat there simply gazing in each other’s and giving many soft sighs,
And in those precious hours, they silently bound their hearts as one,
But they’re love was very ill fated, for it would wither come the sun.
The next morn as her father beheld her, he saw the love in her eyes and face,
And immediately identifying the Duke, he sought advice from the elders with haste.
They hurried to the father’s house, and there they found Perlise still sighing,
And after many questions and threats she told them the truth wilts she was crying.
The sorcerers gasped in horror, when they heard the terrible truth,
For they saw in her eyes and her baring that this was no mere folly of youth,
And they knew the fate of Duke was one immeasurably bound by sorrow,
Therefore they decided to make ready a plan, to separate them by the morrow.