Here is a maiden alone in her bed

Thoughts and dreams dance in her head

Tossing around to the point she could weep

As there in her bed there is nowhere to sleep

With the rise and the fall of her nubile breast

Closing her eyes she tries to get rest

All through the darkness her mind is alive

But without her sleep can she survive

On and on our wench can not dream

It’s more important than at first it may seem

As onwards she lay awake in her lair

Through her frustration she even tried prayer

Till sunrise spread through the old window pain

She arose with the knowledge she’d do it again