Eloped Poem by Altair Laahad

Her man eloped with the clouds,

while she's no more a virgin,

her eyes shined to the setting sun

her bosom throbbed to the touch of wind

her skin soft and fair

her flower pink as summer lily after rain

her nights all eaten in the shroud of cold

with pains and tears and fears, untold

her sighs, when heard, make the mountains weep

avalanche of desire that would never sleep

Until one day, a knight was riding near the place,

brave and strong and with the smartest face

his horse galloping shook the earth around

her heart and eyes, in his eyes were drowned