The Legend Of Rhiannon Poem by Alexander Thomas

In the grips of the dark night, I saw a most mysterious sight,
From outside of my window writhed a wistful, whistling wind,
My lace curtain like a ghostly veil, On moonlight seas a sail,
Doing an ethereal dance, behind a dazzling full moon grinned,
'A banshee! ' I cried. 'How can this be? To The Lord have I sinned? '
'Is this the end and this curse can I rescind? '

But she did not pierce me with a scream and instead I sank into a dream,
Surrounding me in a daylight gleam as she shone upon me like the Sun,
I found myself sat upon an enchanted tor, to the Underworld a door,
Awashed upon a Plutonian shore, towards me she started to run,
Dressed in golden silk brocade of radiant beauty no man could shun,
Perhaps this was instead divine love that I had won?

Astride a white horse she jumped my windowsill and galloped past my round green hill,
Love at first sight! Oh what a bitter pill! As she did not even condescend a glance!
She floated past with hair swaying like corn and skin shining like the dawn,
To her I was hypnotically drawn as I drifted deep into a trance,
Trailing behind her songbirds sang songs of enticing romance,
After her I had to hurriedly advance!

And so my heart was racing and astraddle a horse after her I started chasing,
Faster with the air bracing, long into the blood red sunset riding,
Growing weak and weary as the light becomes so dim and dreary,
Drowsy, time slowly striding, distantly from view she keeps sliding,
Out of focus her majestic horse seems to be above the ground gliding,
With only the sweet calls of the birds guiding.