The Rider and the Maiden Fair pt 2

On the emerald plain; under setting sun;

Moving fast, two riders, on the run.

The Maiden fair and her chestnut mare.

Followed by the roan, with navy hair.

 

The Maiden, with her girlish laughter;

Which taunted them to race on after.

Her mare; dark and sleek, long and lean.

While the poor destrier was routed clean

 

To the top of the rise, she met him there;

Smiling, primly waiting; this Maiden fair.

The Rider in this race, was soundly beaten;

Yet a small chaste kiss, the loss did sweeten.

 

With smile mischievous, she wheeled around;

The chestnut mare, bare touched the ground.

As they joyfully thundered on; a riotous pair.

The Maiden Fair and her Chestnut Mare.