A Lone Brave

Mists like the tendrils of time
Hung suspended in the evening air
Around the grove of ancient trees
Tall and mighty touching the sky
A lone fire golden and warm
Licked the edge of night
He stood tall and proud
A warrior of his people
Handsome and young 
He had come for a purpose
Out he drew the wooden flute
Made so tenderly by him
To play for his intended bride
A ritual of weddings forever old
Beautiful for them to behold
He began to play by the fire
The notes so perfectly made
A haunted sound full of pain 
Full of longing and lonliness
Something he knew it told
He loved this maiden
This one he knew so well
He could only hope to persuade
That her father would approve 
That her heart would be displayed
And
Together united they would be
He would no longer be in pain
No longer alone in his heart