He was young and he rode along the river, raven-haired
The fairest thing to grace those steady banks in ages come and lost forever
And power laid upon him like a thousand secrets she would never know

And so she spoke in the lapping of the land, golden-tongued
Her whispers fickle jewels along the sand, ephemeral and softly spoken
But he was wiser than his years and shed his hooves to meet her there among the reeds
Where earth recedes

Their touch was like a lover's, clear and sweet
Drenching and unfolding with no need for air or sunlight in the deep
In the passions that they bared, in pledges won and secrets shared
They'd stand together in what destiny would bring
And crown a king