Without his light shining over her shoulder
She is weak, and nae so much bolder
In her words and deeds, she seems to shy
Without him near upon him to rely

And yet a strength from him she did recount
A large and vast and goodly amount
As his visage didst pon the ground appear
And come stand in a ghostly pall so near....

"I hae come to bring you a noble light"
"I hae come to bring you vision..a sight"
She looks to him as a trick...slight of hand
Ne'er in her life has she encountered such a man....

"The light you bring comes deep from within"
"You wish my entrance before we begin?"
The entrance into the pale golden beams
Of a noble, Soul...who has filled her with dreams...
~~~~~And that...is how it seems...~~~~~