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Ballad of the Silent Crown
There was a prince of sixteen years,
With eyes like morning skies,
He rode the steed and swung the sword
As though by birth made wise.
But the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
Before he spoke, he marched and fought,
Across the meadows wild,
All swore that he would rule one day,
The kingdom’s chosen child.
But the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
The minister’s son, a year ahead—
Bright-minded, calm, and fair,
He wrote his fate in numbers, stars,
And thundered through the air.
But the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
Together raised from muddy knees,
To courtyard, field, and stream,
Their laughter echoed through the years,
As sunlight through a dream.
But the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
One sacred day, the cathedral bells
Called boys to grown men’s vows,
Their eyes met—time drew in its breath,
Where ancient arches rouse.
But the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
Now trumpets summon crown and fate,
And all the banners rise;
Yet the prince looks past the golden throne
To distant, wilder skies.
But the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
So if you spy two riders gone
Beneath the twilight fire,
Know that they fled the crown for love,
And followed true desire.
Yes, the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
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Together, two halves of one single soul—
Where one was sharp, the other soothed;
Strong arms wrapped around laughter’s storm,
Soft whispers calmed the midnight’s wound.
In shadows deep, their bodies twined,
A fevered pulse through flesh and bone;
Breath tangled, thunder struck between—
A hunger fierce, a sacred moan.
Each kiss became a prayer unspoken,
Each touch a vow to never part;
They knew no border in the night,
Two spirits joined, a single heart.
For the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
In Scotland’s hills, where heather blooms
And mists embrace the glen,
They built a life in shelter’s hush,
Far from the eyes of men.
No courtiers’ schemes nor whispered plots
Could shadow tranquil days—
They woke to skylark’s silver tune
And found contentment’s blaze.
They wandered through the velvet moors,
With wind and rain for kin,
And every night, in firelight’s glow,
Their hearts breathed safe within.
For the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
Beyond dogma’s chains and sacred thrones,
Their spirits soared, unbound,
No priest’s decree nor scripture’s yoke
Could hold what grace had found.
In moorland chapels built by wind,
Creation sang the creed—
Divine in loving, holy in flesh,
Their covenant decreed.
No guilt nor shame, just hallowed peace
Where love became the prayer—
The soul’s true Sabbath blossomed wild,
Redemption breathing air.
For the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
Among the hills and mist,
Long years that wove through heathered fields
With every dawn they kissed.
They found a kinship, strong and deep,
In friends whose hearts were true;
A chosen band, a silent shield,
Who always gently knew.
The quiet community they built
Became their sacred ground—
Through storm or sun, through joy or loss,
Their fellowship profound.
Secure in love, with arms around,
No fate could break their thread;
In Highland glens, they vowed to stand
Till time would see them wed.
For the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
And so the twilight gently falls
On years lived hand in hand,
Their bodies sleep beneath the stones,
Enwreathed in Highland land.
Yet tears of grief are kissed with hope
By friends who stand and sing—
For every loving memory
Becomes eternal spring.
Their souls, now joined beyond the vale,
Rise homeward through the night;
In arms of Christ, together found—
A love redeemed by Light.
Though flesh dissolves in earthy rest,
Their story cannot part;
They dwell in heaven’s endless peace,
Still holding heart to heart.
For the heart will fly where the law forbids,
And love will find its own.
