This was inspired by C's rendition of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.
Gone away is summer's past
A decision laid at her feet
The charms of men soon grow tired
As summer fades to autumn
Wine and picnics in warm afternoons
Dancing away the hours of the night
Gracious words spoke from eager men
Ready to win her with a flower
Though as the weeks turned to months
The longing in her heart did grow
As the leaves began to fall
So did fade her smile
At night My Lord, I saw her weep
Counting down those wretched days
For by her Father's will
To one she'd be made a bride
On All Hallows's Eve you rode
Like a shadow in the night
Arriving with grandiosity
To place a wager in this game
Sharply you played your hand
Letting her find the path to you
So did I see her smile return and
With you, My Lord, her lot is cast
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