Maiden of the Clover Field

She lay in silent beauty unseen
Red dress bleeding upon the green
Sun warms her pale skin so fair
Soft wind combs through auburn hair
A sight to force the hardest heart to yield
Oh, the fair maiden of the clover field

It was a cold, sickly night when they stole her away
They flew far and sold her, to cruel King of the Fey
Her Love rode through darkness and searched long in vain
Oh never again would he feel such insufferable pain
At last he arrived at gates bitter and torn
And was fast turned away, flesh by arrow was shorn
With a cry he begged they let his Love home
And received naught but laughter that chilled to the bone

That night like a thief he bested the walls
Crept to the tower and wandered its halls
He found her asleep his maiden so fair
Combed his hand gently through beautiful hair
She awoke with a start and tore fast away
For behind him there stood the King of the Fey
With cruel laughter mocking, the Fey withdrew blade
Her silent tears fell, begging His wrath to be stayed

They lay in silent beauty unseen
Red hearts bleeding under the green
Cold now is their pale skin so fair
Forever in twine lay their blood soiled hair
A thought to force the hardest heart to yield
Oh, the slain lovers beneath the clover field