Daughter of 'Aye dor dare'

1)
Ember hair tossed wild, peridot eyes burned bright
moon pale skin, downy and fair
her bare velvet feet dirty 
torn garments soiled
but for this she had no care

for demons hunted her wedding eve
acres long, she toiled in flight
fleeing, through flower strewn fields 
spilt milk, moon glens
 tired muscles burned, fire red lungs

through valleys, hills, she stumbled, flailed
determinated to not be caught
she panted and huffed
her chest heaving rough
she thought of her mother fraught

Cold, dead-end cliffs, halted flight
on this stormy, fearsome filled night
with only shawl wrapping her frame
she stared deep the water, calling her safe
and arced, breath stunned, eyes locked tight....... 


2)

With worry and strain all her teaching in vain
for to long had her daughter suffered
at the hands of the many
who had more and plenty
well no more would the wrongs be covered

she'd tell of the story, tell of the tale
of her beautiful daughter now dead
jumped off the cliff at  'Aye dor dare'
sailed through the air in a leap off the top
landing wreckless sea, now her bed

promised to a sweet man, king of his cottage
temperate in mannor, loin in heart
her beau of childhood
meant to be wed on the eve of Hens galen
their lips though, were never to meet

for lord of the manor, man of might
her daughters mean employer
had other intentions mean of heart
lusting her
he was preditor, prowler...

well, thought her mother, anguished in loss
of this there will be no more
she peered up, seeking Nemesis 
preying for advice for revenge
the death star felt sorry for this woman poor,

the sea roared her name
nemesis showered meteor
the winds wracked down his doors
mother stood watching
at his sanity she started to claw

Oh lord of the manor, so greedy
and thick, in his lust grown
tormented and turbulent
till the girl consumed his thoughts
and in his sickness, was slain