The retinue proceeded into Court
With our dear monarch, whom the Lord had blessed.
Among the men who offered their support,
A single man stood out above the rest.
He did not tower o’er the other men,
And yet I found my eyes were drawn to him.
The way he walked with confidence, and then
The way he stood displayed his well formed limbs.
His hair and beard were black; no sign of grey.
His melancholic humour clear to all.
His eyes were dark, but tinged with sapphire rays.
His smile could vie with any siren’s call.
’Twas Helos, and I did not know it then,
But he would help me learn to love again.
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