A Breton lai should treat of love--
The ups and downs and traits thereof.
The verse endures from days of yore,
Imbued with arcane Celtic lore.
Marie de France wrote quite a few,
But Senex writes this one for you.
In Celtia there lies the scene...
It's Beltaine time; the night's pristine.
A bonfire on the beach burns bright;
The time and place are perfect, right?
I've viewed this beauty once before
And always longed for something more.
Resolved to speak my mind at last,
I find my tongue is tied up fast,
So quickly turn and walk away.
Tomorrow is another day...
Thus ends my story: incomplete.
I hope this tale you won't repeat.
A man who would a Breton lay
Should know exactly what to say!