A maiden, of purity.
with hair as black as knigh
walked in a grove as dark as dark
was startled by what was scuffering
it was a dark figure, with a full hooded black cloak.
with a deep voice it siead..what a maiden so fare doing in this
dark grove.and all alone? she answered I was woundering and got lost. here I'am I she asked?
your on the bourders of my master castle? the cloak figure answered.