Twilight Ride

©Eleanor Fairchild (Truly Carmichael)



Through the twilight they did race
With his mane in her face
And their thundering pace never slowed
Though the fast fading light 
Hid the path from their sight
To impede their frantic flight, On they rode

Only nine miles to go
Till we're out of the snow
And my uncle's sturdy walls I am within
For my uncle knows the king
And revenge he will bring
On the heathens who have murdered my kin

We had just knelt down to prayer
And they knew we would be there
They came smashing though the doors
To our dismay
Praise to God that I am small
For I fit beneath the wall
And I alone survive my wedding day

Through the twilight they did race
With his mane in her face
And their thundering pace never slowed
Though the fast fading light 
Hid the path from their sight
To impede their frantic flight, On they rode

Oh what Monster from the night
Believes his God-given right 
Is to murder helpless people while they pray?
Or what that filthy heathen man
Did to poor little Anne
Faster fly my stallion take us safe away

Oh my terror you must feel
For I have given you no heel
Yet you tireless, like an arrow, swiftly fly!
You are all that I own
I am orphaned and alone
And cold and frightened as the forest flashes by

Through the twilight they did race
With his mane in her face
And their thundering pace never slowed
Though the fast fading light 
Hid the path from their sight
To impede their frantic flight, on they rode

Mother what would you do
If you were I and I were you?
Would you leave us all behind as I have done?
Father what would I give
If my life could make you live
It was you who turned and told me I should run

Would to God I were a man!
With a weapon in my hand!
I'd avenge my family's death with bloody steel!
Instead the forest tears my gown
As I flee that horrid town
Like a hare who hears the hunter on his heel


Through the twilight they did race
With his mane in her face
And their thundering pace never slowed
Though the fast fading light 
Hid the path from their sight
To impede their frantic flight, On they rode.


Eleanor's note: I have no idea where this came from, but I wish I could write more like this. I would die happy.