Luna

Late one night or late where I watched,
Staring down from my usual spot--
Amidst the cosmos, among the stars--
My presence they presently forgot.
I saw a most peculiar thing--
In the grandest castle on the highest hill.
Out the window came her things--
Right over the windowsill.
The lunacy of this action had taken me by surprise,
But using my own, for I do have two--
I followed her sapphire eyes.
For at the base of the grandest castle--
Yet the peak of the highest hill--
There stood a young and handsome rascal,
Who went by the name of Will.
So down from the tallest tower--
Of the grandest castle on the highest hill--
Fell forth a string of bedsheets,
And a sack that was caught by Will
My curiosity sparked--
I watched in anticipation.
She came out through the window--
Heightening my elation.
What next? I wondered silently--
As I’m sure she was wondering too.
She had always had a fear of heights--
As most highborn ladies do.
But she made it to the ground just fine,
And anxious-- Will was very.
The couple embraced beneath my shine--
Poor Will and Mistress Mary.
Time was of the essence--
As the sweethearts surely knew.
So they picked up their belongings--
And into darkness flew.
Away from the grandest castle--
Atop the highest hill--
The tallest tower where she wept--
Until she met her Will.
So away the lovers fled,
But sometime in their flight--
The household was alerted--
And ran out into night.
Chasing down the two--
With much determination,
Their torches touched the bedsheets,
And out broke a conflagration.
All plans for their elopement--
Were momentarily put on hold--
For the burning of her birthplace--
Made Mistress Mary’s heart feel cold.
And so the grandest castle--
Atop the highest hill--
Was burning from the top,
Coming out the windowsill.