Maidens Cry - Audience

Far to the East in sand and sweat the Knight he rides

Whilst in the keep of Castle Deep his maiden bridge

Sitting by the window at her spinning wheel

Watching for the glint of sun on shining steel

Unknowing that day’s sun has seen the battle never won

And soul and soldier split by cruel sword

Such holy war, Crusaders die and maidens cry

Lonely now, she wanders through the evening rain

Unaware that far away her love lies slain

Sadly standing gazing t’wards the setting sun

Hope again tomorrow, now today is gone