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Between two valleys
And under the hill,
Beneath the green grasses
And lavender field,
Hidden from sight
Lay the house of two lovers
That hard earth and stone
Did secretly cover.
A small, hidden door
With a tiny little latch
That looked like a stone,
But, was really a hatch.
Two different lands
This hill would divide
And no one did notice
Where two lovers could hide.
The lovers were married,
But not to each other,
By the laws of two lands
They each wed another.
This did nothing to stop
What lovers must do
No one would know
This secret, but two.
Under that hill
Where the two lovers met
No worries could follow,
No fears or regret.
Here they found solace
In each others arms
In their own little world
Safe from all harm.
One cold, winter morning
The lovers did meet
Warming their cottage
With amorous heat.
Love without bounds
Is all that they knew
While the world moved outside
‘Til that day was through.
Time had passed,
Love swept them away
Without caring for toil
Or troubles that day.
That evening a huntsman
Wondered that way
And spied the two lovers
Parting their ways.
Curious as could be
About the odd seeming tryst
He found the small entrance
That others had missed.
Keen with his tracking,
He followed one lover
Whose path led away
From that of the other.
Down to the valley
And up to the manner
The lover made haste
To the Lord of her banner.
A scandal this was,
The huntsman could see,
Wife to the Lordship
This lover must be.
The huntsman returned
To the two lovers’ hill
On the very next day
To see if they will
Return to the spot
Where he spied them last
But this time to follow
The other one’s path.
When the lovers had parted
On this very day
They went without caution
Their usual way.
The huntsman was shocked
As would he discover
The lands of the two
At war with each other.
The Lord of this keep
The huntsman did know,
And would not be meeting
The wife of his foe.
It was not the Lord
As fate had its will,
But rather the Lady
That visits the hill.
The huntsman did ponder
This secret of two
For love was but one thing
Known to so few.
Alone through the landscape
This huntsman did go,
And as for their secret –
No one would know.
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