The Rogue

Excerpt from Paladin’s Pride

I posted this a long time ago. Since then I have pulled the songs out of the book aside from a few verses as part of the action. However, I still like these and listening to the Celtic music on Pandora makes me think of them.

The rogue slipped through the black of night
Hidden there from mortal sight.
With footsteps soft as falling snow.
His mission one so few did know.
With daggers strapped tight to his side.
The foe could find no place to hide.

He traveled far across the land.
Which often seemed at his command.
No blade of grass he left there bent.
To show the places where he went.
With daggers strapped tight to his side.
The foe could find no place to hide.

He found the hiding place at last
The guards he quickly darted past
The object he was sent to find
Had long ago been left behind.
With daggers strapped tight to his side.
The foe could find no place to hide.

He gathered it into his cape
And quickly made fast his escape.
The precious object close to him.
He faded then and grew so dim.
With daggers strapped tight to his side.
The foe could find no place to hide.

Then later on that very eve.
His bag of gold he did receive.
For bringing home the treasured piece
That all now hope would restore peace.
His daggers strapped tight to his side.
The foe could find no place to hide.

He found an inn to drink an ale
And slake the thirst from dusty trail
When a sheriff passed him by
And nearly looked him in the eye.
His daggers strapped tight to his side.
The foe could find no place to hide.

He turned and drifted up the stairs
Avoiding notice, looks and stares.
He picked a lock to chamber door.
And slipped across the bedroom floor.
His daggers strapped tight to his side.
The foe could find no place to hide.

“My darling have you come to me?”
He heard her ask so dreamily.
He looked around and saw her there.
Hair so lovely and skin so fair.
He whispered, “Love, don’t ask me this.”
And quelled her question with a kiss.

“How long I’ve waited for your thrill.
My need for you to once fulfill.
What changed your mind, what drew you here?
At last to grace me with love’s cheer?”
He whispered, “Love, don’t ask me this.”
And quelled her question with a kiss.

She lifted high on passion’s wing.
He made her mind and body sing.
She mumbled low, “I still don’t see.
Why you have come at last to me.”
He whispered, “Love, don’t ask me this.”
And quelled her question with a kiss.

He took her higher than the sun.
Her hair and virtue both undone.
“How can I wait until we wed?
Now that you’ve come at last to bed?”
He whispered, “Love, don’t ask me this.”
And quelled her question with a kiss.

And when they lay at last so calm
Her whisper soothing as a balm.
“I hope you’ll stay with me awhile,”
She said with hopeful, tender smile.
He whispered, “Love, don’t ask me this.”
And quelled her question with a kiss.

In moonlight pale he saw her wink.
“Lover, dearest, you make me think.
That I would hope you come to me.
Though to another I married be.”
He whispered, “Love, don’t ask me this.”
And quelled her question with a kiss.