A tale is told of days of old, when men were strong and hearts were bold.
A lady fair in a tower stood and all around grew wild wood.
Her champion since had run away, but would return ere break of day.
Though her heart should be full and glad, she thought of others 
	she might have had.
There was the boy with the raven hair, the bright blue eyes, 
	the skin so fair.
Also was the Druid's son, with ready smile and honest tongue.
As she pondered thoughts like these, she grew in weariness and unease.
"Where's the sun?" she asked the stars, "With it comes 'love', 
	from lands afar."
The stars kept counsel, wisely enough, but milady was miffed, and 
	packed her stuff.
"Some love is -he-," she spat, annoyed, "Who leaves me to rot
	in this loveless void."
She left the tower in disarray and married another, far away.
My lesson is this, and heed it well, though love may land thee in a cell.
Though men may be strong, women are bold, if they are kept waiting for
	love grown cold!