Corryn's Ride

This comes from The Harp of Imach Thyssel by Patricia C Wrede. This is one of my favorite fantasy novels.

Dark water, still water, darker yet the sky;
Shadowed was the path beyond
and cold the wind on high.
Black forest, clouded road,
where still the bloodstains lie;
Dark the day and dark the way
when Corryn went to die.

Barren fields behind him stretched,
and dark and empty rooms.
Where lay the young lord's wife and child
all silent in their tombs
His thoughts were set on vengeance
then, as he rode through the gloom;
Sorrow keen for child and queen
drove Corryn to his doom.

background from
Corel AnimalWorks CD

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