Fate via Gretna Green

A young man contemplates the thought,

A ring burns hot in his hand,

Forged by his own, for a love he's sought

For many a year – the move now planned.

To seek the maiden's heart, he's done,

And hers, she's left unto his own,

And in each other's arms, they've spun,

Outside the room which holds her throne.

The ring is placed upon a finger,

And hand in hand our lovers flee

Whilst sounds of mastered love do linger,

In the kingdom by the sea.

Such love, one has not ever seen,

And now, they rush to Gretna Green.